"Make up actually is healthy for you"
"Women love make up"
"Heels are to accentuate the figure"
"Shaving LEGS (!!!) is normal"
"Women are there like flowers of life - (author's commentary: who else do we compare to the "flowers of life" and what is the connotation?)
"Women are not meant for such cumbersome thing as thinking"
"Women brain is nurturing, and in that is their power"
"No need to fight, men are SIMPLY different"
"To do X,Y, Z is not to follow the patriarchy but to do something (pretty, smart, good. Notice, the hand of the patriarchy is never revealed but instead the terms that have been defined by the boyz are accepted for their defined value and presented as "THE" something)
Women. First, as you have already observed the system of deconstruction is instituted into the society whereby atrocious, outrightly wrong actions on the part of man toward woman, become "acceptable", "normal." Other women use the rationalizations men have provided to...defend the aggressors! Once a poor female has no defense, he almost literally devours her. He preys on her, eating away at her dignity, self-esteem, stealing the credit for her knoweldge by devaluing her and what she has all the while benefitting from what she knows - her makes her feel worthless and then puts her in the position to reveal things that she knows, and quickly steals them and appropriates the credit: he has all the power, all the support, all the protection, she - no protection, no power, societal condemnation hanging over her like a proverbial sword over the neck, she - "whore, stupid, trouble maker", she -abused and weakened, she -morally degraded by degrading terms themselves, connotations, irrational hostility of those to whom she has often tried to complain to about the atrociousness that has been conducted against her...
She is wrong if she complains about the evil done to her.
She is wrong if she defends herself - troublemaker. Man retaliates. Man holds the economy, the machinery, even her own physical body and whatever it is that she possess. She is completely powerless and disfranchised. He then, offers her a "solution" not unlike Nazis offered to some persecuted Jews: become a spy, a prisoner guard and torture your own people, snitch on them, undermine their spirit, and you will be rid of pain and perhaps even rewarded. The woman becomes the most bitter enemy of other women. She does everything possible to destroy strength and evolution in them and becomes a man's weapon. No wonder many powerful men employ women who do dirty work for them: avoid responsibility and accomplish more with the help of a starving-for-normal -living-slave, than you would ever on your own! The problem also is that if Jews could shame another Jew who has betrayed them - the normal human value scale was intact in Jews, but women are so bestialized, so demonized that the normal human tendencies such as just anger, frienship, love, affection, pride, dignity and desire to be free from oppresion are all denied to them. One woman cannot really shame another woman, because the other will always hide behind most powerful patriarchal weapon: subjectivity. She will claim "a matter of perception" defense and will be free from her conscionce and responsibility. But so she thinks...
Justice does not sleep, it only slumbers.
So, women. Think about it, really, when was a story of a frienship or of loyalty or of sacrifice told or made that DID NOT INVOLVE SOME MAN in it? Anything with just women? When did women were justified by feeling a righteous anger? -They are called names for wanting just retribution and are always put in their place. It came to a point that there is now instituted a ridiculous and a highly profiled selection of Asian women into every sphere and crevice of American life. Asian women are advertised and sold to all colors, races and nationalities. This artificial implanting has been conducted in all light, with all pompousness and to an almost complete silence on the side of the American non Asian women. Racism is wrong, and should not be a selection criteria for choosing a woman for a man. And why is it that the government chooses a woman for a man ?Why does your government think for you? And how this policy of choosing women at all, denigrades the whole women kind in general! They have been so denigraded and humiliated that they are UNABLE TO OBJECT BECAUSE THEY HAVE NO LANGUAGE FOR SOMETHING SO OBVIOUSLY, SCREAMING WRONG AND PROFILED. How is this possible? How can a man wake up in the morning and look in the mirror at his face and go to pray to God after what he has done to a woman? Women are images, non-human, bionic carbon copies of patriarchal dream. They are allowed pussy power and cattiness. ALL OTHER TRAITS ARE BRED OUT AND EXTERMINATED. Loyalty, bravery, wisdom, good grace, power over one's drives and inclinations, memories, good intent, hard work, responsibility, justice, truth, perseverance.
People say we are subjects to a scientific experiment on the part of Aliens from another planet. We have been scientifically experimented fro the past 8,000 years or so: by male, on females, whom he bred and trained and destroyed like one does a dog or other laboratory animal. Facts, not emotional reactions to the "WHAT IS SHE SAYING" is what is important. But unless you are not under the veil of impressions and have been bred to react and respond only, you will not possess a capacity to reflect and think and put things together. To observe, to record and to conclude takes courage you and training, all scientific capacities, mathematical and logical included. Are not exactly these subjects neither encouraged nor taught to "chicks"or taught with mockery to girl children. The only time a girl child can derive some sort of a benifit from her learning if she manages to engratiate herself to her teachers. But even this is not enough, over time she associates with her oppressors and starts seeing herself as stupid, dumb and untalented. I remember for how long my mother tried to prove me that I "have no logic." She said it with a smile, and my father was pleased. Why would a father be pleased to know his child was stupid? I do not know. Perhaps because I was a girl child?.. My mother once lied to me, and when I caught by observing teh contradiction, she flew in a flight of rage. I was suddenly the one with logic - which was presented as the one with the nerves, and I was a horrible and nasty person for being who I was: a person with logic and an ability to think. Althought I did not receive my acknowledgment then, I came to realized that I was a smart one, after all, and the one with logic.
This realization manifested as an ability to think and analyze almost all data. As I grew my perseverance, I became capable of scientific experiments. When in high school my obvious mathematical abilites became prominent, and my logic was superb, she, my mother became more adamant about the subject of my not having any logic...It seemed to be that my talents and abilities were a personal affront to her! And when all major human endeavours are denied to some endeavouring human, and the only way to win a relief from pain becomes suddenly "visible" - the clever man leaves baits and does not miss a chance. Pain, any pain is better than oblivion. Denial. Lies.
I have observed that through time and with much effort, the "abject slavery" has now been upgraded to an "improved conditions slavery": shackles and chains and regulated walk instead of a complete confiment and beating. Heels. Skirts. Sex. Packaged up and sold "love of babies", shopping mania, jewelery ("to feel good")...
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Saturday, December 02, 2006
The world "heroes"
MUSICIANS, ARTISTS, ACTORS, POLITICAL FIGURES, BATTLE HEROES, RULERS, SPIRITIUAL LEADERS, WISEMEN: GLORIFYING THE BAD QUALITIES
No, liberals will not rejoice, but perhaps will have a cow. I am not here to judge any of the aforementioned roles for the "promotion of injustice and inequality" but rather to point out the blindness when it comes to our adoring some people in these roles. Many of them are often women beaters, abusers, psychological monsters, traitors to those people who stood by them and elevated them. Take Bob Morley, for example. After having stuck it out with him for years, through poverty, mockery and hunger, his loyal wife that gave him, on top of that, 3 children, three nine months cycles, three painful birth during which the bones of her hips have moved aside, causing her an indescribable amount of pain, such pain that perhaps heavily wounded in battles know about (not to mention to raising of the children), found herself cheated on with Miss Jamaica. A white woman. A younger woman. A woman to whom Bob Marley went outside his marriage...On top of that Bob Marley has produced a child with this woman.
Justice?
How about Josephine who has given her life to Napoleon and spent time with him, time that she could have spent doing other things only to have found herself out of her position as a wife, lover, and queen because Mr. Napoleon now found young and fertile Polish princess who he hurriedly married. The wife displaced but eventually Napoleon gets banished to St. Helena. Hmm..
And Thomas Jefferson? Did he not father children outside of his marriage, with slave women?
And Kennedy? Poor Jackie, and poor Merilyn.
And Clinton? Poor intern and poor Mrs. Clinton
Of all presidents, perhaps the only two who did not cheat of their wives and betrayed the friendship and love were Washington and Nixon. Washington is beyond reproach, and how you people treat humble, soft spoken, loyal son and husband, and a man who lived with God most of his life, poor Nixon? And for what? Because his moral and spiritual charecteristics were far, far superior to any of the people you happen to adore? Nixon made agreements with the two leading countries at the time: the Russia and China. THAT you forget. How often did the government forge evidence and sold you a dead rat, just to get hands on the money or oil or war, and yet you bought into it so long as his face was friendly! And Nixon, never cheated, never betrayed and made such accomplishments for this country, got caught doing what most of your beloved figures do and have done?
Do you people truly hate the good and love the bad? I think this is a reflection on your develoment. Like attracts like and bad likes bad as good likes good.
And how could you glorify people that have betrayed love and friendship? "Great" is the name of the traitor of love and friendship? How can you justify to yourselves betraying your friends and mates? And making them be ok with that?! Are you human or are you develish? You are nothing human, you are all of Satan.
What "friend" treats another one this way? Does it matter what's between the friend's legs? A woman who has spent her entire life devoted to a man is a friend in the least, and should never EVER be betrayed by anyone. If you do justify the betrayal of friendship, then you mean to state that women perhaps are not truly human, and can be treated either which way. A person that does not pay attention to the moral character of his heroes, but cares to dig out the dirt on some poor woman politician who promotes only social benefits, some dirt from like a freshman colege years? What is Hilary Clinton guilty off? What Madeline Albright? And how about Janet Reno?
And mostly this happens because you women have rationalization for everything.
You women justify everything.
Men spit in your face and you smile. But when another woman helps you, you bite her hand off. You have been trained to be animals.
Why do you allow to be treated this way? Lack of perseverence, greed, envy, weakness of heart and mind, are all bred into you characteristics for centuries! You are low and are creating low species.
Slowly devolving.
And there will never be any improvement if men don't stop and you don't stop them and start yourself.
No, liberals will not rejoice, but perhaps will have a cow. I am not here to judge any of the aforementioned roles for the "promotion of injustice and inequality" but rather to point out the blindness when it comes to our adoring some people in these roles. Many of them are often women beaters, abusers, psychological monsters, traitors to those people who stood by them and elevated them. Take Bob Morley, for example. After having stuck it out with him for years, through poverty, mockery and hunger, his loyal wife that gave him, on top of that, 3 children, three nine months cycles, three painful birth during which the bones of her hips have moved aside, causing her an indescribable amount of pain, such pain that perhaps heavily wounded in battles know about (not to mention to raising of the children), found herself cheated on with Miss Jamaica. A white woman. A younger woman. A woman to whom Bob Marley went outside his marriage...On top of that Bob Marley has produced a child with this woman.
Justice?
How about Josephine who has given her life to Napoleon and spent time with him, time that she could have spent doing other things only to have found herself out of her position as a wife, lover, and queen because Mr. Napoleon now found young and fertile Polish princess who he hurriedly married. The wife displaced but eventually Napoleon gets banished to St. Helena. Hmm..
And Thomas Jefferson? Did he not father children outside of his marriage, with slave women?
And Kennedy? Poor Jackie, and poor Merilyn.
And Clinton? Poor intern and poor Mrs. Clinton
Of all presidents, perhaps the only two who did not cheat of their wives and betrayed the friendship and love were Washington and Nixon. Washington is beyond reproach, and how you people treat humble, soft spoken, loyal son and husband, and a man who lived with God most of his life, poor Nixon? And for what? Because his moral and spiritual charecteristics were far, far superior to any of the people you happen to adore? Nixon made agreements with the two leading countries at the time: the Russia and China. THAT you forget. How often did the government forge evidence and sold you a dead rat, just to get hands on the money or oil or war, and yet you bought into it so long as his face was friendly! And Nixon, never cheated, never betrayed and made such accomplishments for this country, got caught doing what most of your beloved figures do and have done?
Do you people truly hate the good and love the bad? I think this is a reflection on your develoment. Like attracts like and bad likes bad as good likes good.
And how could you glorify people that have betrayed love and friendship? "Great" is the name of the traitor of love and friendship? How can you justify to yourselves betraying your friends and mates? And making them be ok with that?! Are you human or are you develish? You are nothing human, you are all of Satan.
What "friend" treats another one this way? Does it matter what's between the friend's legs? A woman who has spent her entire life devoted to a man is a friend in the least, and should never EVER be betrayed by anyone. If you do justify the betrayal of friendship, then you mean to state that women perhaps are not truly human, and can be treated either which way. A person that does not pay attention to the moral character of his heroes, but cares to dig out the dirt on some poor woman politician who promotes only social benefits, some dirt from like a freshman colege years? What is Hilary Clinton guilty off? What Madeline Albright? And how about Janet Reno?
And mostly this happens because you women have rationalization for everything.
You women justify everything.
Men spit in your face and you smile. But when another woman helps you, you bite her hand off. You have been trained to be animals.
Why do you allow to be treated this way? Lack of perseverence, greed, envy, weakness of heart and mind, are all bred into you characteristics for centuries! You are low and are creating low species.
Slowly devolving.
And there will never be any improvement if men don't stop and you don't stop them and start yourself.
Unsafe New York: Part Thirty One
GOING TO AN INTERVIEW: GET OUT OF MY WAY BITCH
I was walking to an interview with a tea-salon lady. I got there and the lady was running late as usual. About twenty minute wait down the road I realized it was a time for my body to menstruate. It always happen in suprise for me, and so I was caught off guard. Crashed by a formal atmoshphere and people tip-toeying through the premises, I caught myself asking for PERMISSION to leave to go to the store! This is a slave mentality Americans promote amongst their immigrants. They are still slave owners, though now in denial and hidden. This is what slave mentality does to people. So, after having caught myself, I rephrased and added that I WILL BE going to the store to get something. A scared looking young black woman stopped me and said: you can't leave because Miriam (the name of my potential employer) does not like it. What does Miriam not like? That I am a human being and have needs, and besides she is late like half an hour already. The woman almost blocked my path. "Miss, I am mestruating and need to get tampons" I said straight forward. The woman, terrified and shocked, stepped aside. "Great, see you soon" I said and left. Walking down the street to the store, I did not know that my adventure was just about to begin. As I walked, customary to me on the utmost right side - in order to allow other people to walk pass and through, I observed a tall - 6"2 light black guy walking with steady steps towards me. He was exiting some building and was heading, in diagonal, towards me. I pressed closer to the right: he looked angry. He continued advancing towards me, cutting my path off. In a few seconds, the inevitable happened: the guy and I stood face to face. The guy looked at me expectantly: move aside. It took three seconds or so, then he proceeded to move. He moved right onto me and continued walking. I ended up being moved back against the wall. I said: Stop it, what are you doing? He said: move. I said: there is tons of space to the left, you are cutting me off and telling ME to move?! " He said: yes. Get out of my way, bitch. I remembered the songs that were being span only a few blocks away "get the hoe, get the bitch." I said: I am not a bitch, and I will nto get out of the way. "Oh, no " smiled the guy. He added force to his forward movement and pushed me back a few feet. Meanwhile a delivery person and a building manager were watching all this without a word. The delivery person stopped doing his work and was looking at the event. The building manager was smoking in silence. "Stop it! You are hurting me!" I screamed. The guy continued walking, pushing me against the wall. I stood straight and grabbed onto the wall. I was not moving. He looked at me with estimation, and picked me up and dropped me to the side. Then he continued walking to his bike. I went after him. I said: you are not allowed to push people and then pick them up and move them. "Get the fuck out of my face, bitch" said the guy untieng his bike. He then moved took off.
I called the police.
At first, the operator made me give him all the gruesome details and seemed to be realy taken by my "this guy picked me up. I can still feel his hands on me". "You can still feel his hands on you?" he asked in a strange voice. I swear he almost added: and how do they feel? After promising me the police, and then after I have waited for half an hour, I placed another call. I saw 20 minutes later a police car passing by without stopping. When in another 20 minutes I have called the 911 operator again, I was met with: the police came and did not see anyone, I was told... I have previously given a full description of myself, the address, the location. I also stood all the time by the indicate by me place of meeting...Another request for a police car and another 30 minutes later another police car've arrived. They listened to my story with severe doubt written all over their faces,they have seemed to make up the mind that the biker guy did not do anything wrong just because he picked me up. The building manager came up and acted as a witness. He confirmed my story. I was gaining weight as we spoke: now I had a MALE witness. The building manager conveyed the story and even told the police that I have asked him to call them on the cell phone but that he did not have one on him. He testified further that the guy who picked me up and pushed me was a bike messenger and apparently comes here quite often.
The place by which I got pushed said that the camera they had was not a recording one.
The report was taken and the police left, and I was expected to get back to my normal routine, as if nothinge happened, as if the abuse of female by male was a norm.
Yet again.
I was walking to an interview with a tea-salon lady. I got there and the lady was running late as usual. About twenty minute wait down the road I realized it was a time for my body to menstruate. It always happen in suprise for me, and so I was caught off guard. Crashed by a formal atmoshphere and people tip-toeying through the premises, I caught myself asking for PERMISSION to leave to go to the store! This is a slave mentality Americans promote amongst their immigrants. They are still slave owners, though now in denial and hidden. This is what slave mentality does to people. So, after having caught myself, I rephrased and added that I WILL BE going to the store to get something. A scared looking young black woman stopped me and said: you can't leave because Miriam (the name of my potential employer) does not like it. What does Miriam not like? That I am a human being and have needs, and besides she is late like half an hour already. The woman almost blocked my path. "Miss, I am mestruating and need to get tampons" I said straight forward. The woman, terrified and shocked, stepped aside. "Great, see you soon" I said and left. Walking down the street to the store, I did not know that my adventure was just about to begin. As I walked, customary to me on the utmost right side - in order to allow other people to walk pass and through, I observed a tall - 6"2 light black guy walking with steady steps towards me. He was exiting some building and was heading, in diagonal, towards me. I pressed closer to the right: he looked angry. He continued advancing towards me, cutting my path off. In a few seconds, the inevitable happened: the guy and I stood face to face. The guy looked at me expectantly: move aside. It took three seconds or so, then he proceeded to move. He moved right onto me and continued walking. I ended up being moved back against the wall. I said: Stop it, what are you doing? He said: move. I said: there is tons of space to the left, you are cutting me off and telling ME to move?! " He said: yes. Get out of my way, bitch. I remembered the songs that were being span only a few blocks away "get the hoe, get the bitch." I said: I am not a bitch, and I will nto get out of the way. "Oh, no " smiled the guy. He added force to his forward movement and pushed me back a few feet. Meanwhile a delivery person and a building manager were watching all this without a word. The delivery person stopped doing his work and was looking at the event. The building manager was smoking in silence. "Stop it! You are hurting me!" I screamed. The guy continued walking, pushing me against the wall. I stood straight and grabbed onto the wall. I was not moving. He looked at me with estimation, and picked me up and dropped me to the side. Then he continued walking to his bike. I went after him. I said: you are not allowed to push people and then pick them up and move them. "Get the fuck out of my face, bitch" said the guy untieng his bike. He then moved took off.
I called the police.
At first, the operator made me give him all the gruesome details and seemed to be realy taken by my "this guy picked me up. I can still feel his hands on me". "You can still feel his hands on you?" he asked in a strange voice. I swear he almost added: and how do they feel? After promising me the police, and then after I have waited for half an hour, I placed another call. I saw 20 minutes later a police car passing by without stopping. When in another 20 minutes I have called the 911 operator again, I was met with: the police came and did not see anyone, I was told... I have previously given a full description of myself, the address, the location. I also stood all the time by the indicate by me place of meeting...Another request for a police car and another 30 minutes later another police car've arrived. They listened to my story with severe doubt written all over their faces,they have seemed to make up the mind that the biker guy did not do anything wrong just because he picked me up. The building manager came up and acted as a witness. He confirmed my story. I was gaining weight as we spoke: now I had a MALE witness. The building manager conveyed the story and even told the police that I have asked him to call them on the cell phone but that he did not have one on him. He testified further that the guy who picked me up and pushed me was a bike messenger and apparently comes here quite often.
The place by which I got pushed said that the camera they had was not a recording one.
The report was taken and the police left, and I was expected to get back to my normal routine, as if nothinge happened, as if the abuse of female by male was a norm.
Yet again.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Unsafe New York: Part Thirty
"WOMEN": EQUIVALENT TO CHILDREN
"Chick" "Baby"
Pink ribbons, fluffy dresses that restrict your movements, "women should not be muscular". "Honey, how do I do this? honey, how do I do that?" "Honey, Iam confused." "Oh my God, I dropped it. ""Oh my God, I don't know how to do that". "Oh, wow, you're so smart" "Can you help me, I am lost?" "Yes, so what if I have an MBA, can you help me, I am confused..."
"Chick" "Baby"
Pink ribbons, fluffy dresses that restrict your movements, "women should not be muscular". "Honey, how do I do this? honey, how do I do that?" "Honey, Iam confused." "Oh my God, I dropped it. ""Oh my God, I don't know how to do that". "Oh, wow, you're so smart" "Can you help me, I am lost?" "Yes, so what if I have an MBA, can you help me, I am confused..."
Unsafe New York: Part Twenty Nine
HOW MEN DO NOT LET WOMEN EVOLVE: NO FEELING OF ONE'S BODY. NO EXERCISES. NO BONDING WITH OTHER WOMEN ON RELEVANT GROUNS. FOCUS IS SHIFTED TO THE OUTSIDE, THE MALES.
Women. They are constantly harassed and made to focus on the outside. Why do I say that? Attempt to walk down the street and mind your business while eating your cookie: you are asked to share.
Attempt to work out in the gym and mind your business while being strictly on the clock and extra considerate: you get hussled.
If you don't shave your arm pit hair? How many of you have attacked women with the armpit hair or many women have actually did not choose to do it? What, everyone in large amounts wants to do shave? Impossibity. Mathematically an impossibility. The only thing remains is that you are made to. You cannot all WANT TO. But you HAVE TO.
And how about deciding to date based on your preferences, not on the racial game being played on you: you will get termed a racist or will be given koodos, depending on what race you are. What about walking into a store and finding one's own way around?
Painting something on the street?
Sitting in a cafe?
Refusing to speak to strangers on the street - you will get termed a hoe, and a whore and a shit and a slut. All terms will be poured out on you. And how about doing your job and fencing off the advances of a manager? Or a coworker?
And what is your chance of developing a style or improve on any knowledge if you have no skills and no time allowed to focus on these skills? If you are poor and attempt to rise, you're a snob. If your only fault is that you are rich, you cannot study or focus on developing yourself because then you are a fucking hoe. And if you are out and enjoying a day and sketching something, then, well, then, you are a fucking slut.
Why are you drawing? Off with your sketch book, into the garbage.
Why are you working out? You should shut up and go back to your hole.
Why are you not looking down when I speak to you? I will push you over and talk to my buddies at the restaurant you work in so you'd get fired and before that, humilated.
What are you doing talking to other women, are you a lesbian? But when a man has friends, he is not gay...
And the psychology of this continues and grows, eventually making women associate with forced upon them patterns of thought and behavior. Patterns that they adapt and accept as their own. Living this secondary life, they try to make it real, but they can't: that life derived by them being forced to comply with the expectations on the part of men and society, is a derivative life, and is not real. That life is a life of a lie.
Women. They are constantly harassed and made to focus on the outside. Why do I say that? Attempt to walk down the street and mind your business while eating your cookie: you are asked to share.
Attempt to work out in the gym and mind your business while being strictly on the clock and extra considerate: you get hussled.
If you don't shave your arm pit hair? How many of you have attacked women with the armpit hair or many women have actually did not choose to do it? What, everyone in large amounts wants to do shave? Impossibity. Mathematically an impossibility. The only thing remains is that you are made to. You cannot all WANT TO. But you HAVE TO.
And how about deciding to date based on your preferences, not on the racial game being played on you: you will get termed a racist or will be given koodos, depending on what race you are. What about walking into a store and finding one's own way around?
Painting something on the street?
Sitting in a cafe?
Refusing to speak to strangers on the street - you will get termed a hoe, and a whore and a shit and a slut. All terms will be poured out on you. And how about doing your job and fencing off the advances of a manager? Or a coworker?
And what is your chance of developing a style or improve on any knowledge if you have no skills and no time allowed to focus on these skills? If you are poor and attempt to rise, you're a snob. If your only fault is that you are rich, you cannot study or focus on developing yourself because then you are a fucking hoe. And if you are out and enjoying a day and sketching something, then, well, then, you are a fucking slut.
Why are you drawing? Off with your sketch book, into the garbage.
Why are you working out? You should shut up and go back to your hole.
Why are you not looking down when I speak to you? I will push you over and talk to my buddies at the restaurant you work in so you'd get fired and before that, humilated.
What are you doing talking to other women, are you a lesbian? But when a man has friends, he is not gay...
And the psychology of this continues and grows, eventually making women associate with forced upon them patterns of thought and behavior. Patterns that they adapt and accept as their own. Living this secondary life, they try to make it real, but they can't: that life derived by them being forced to comply with the expectations on the part of men and society, is a derivative life, and is not real. That life is a life of a lie.
Unsafe New York Part Twenty Eight
I DON'T EVEN LOOK AT YOU BUT AT THE CEILING NOW
I walk in on the train on any given day and look away. Surrounding me are racial, national, gender, inter gender, intra gender, economic hatreds. People who eye one another with utter hatred and despisement, people who don't seem to have met one another before and do not know one another but for a cut of cloth and their sex would reveal. People who hate by default, people who attack by default, people who react by default. Every black woman looks at me with hatred. Every black man looks at me with hatred or hateful desire. Every white man looks at my shaved head. Every white woman checks out my big boots. Every black child is looking with hatred at me as I sit down to share a sit with it. Every white child is craddled by his parents and all three look trapped. Every hooded person is a gangsta, and every woman on heels and of asian decent must be bowed to. Every person is a nationality, a race, a gender, a history, not an individual. I do not sit: what for? To feel your hatred? To feel the accusations I have nothing to do with it:
A. Because I was not born in this country,
and
B. Because I have not done anything wrong to anyone. But I get punished if refuse to play your game of blame and deceit. Adn who are you to punish me? I am a thinking, sane individual. Keep sitting next to one another and hate one another and play your stupid power games.Keep worshipping in the halls and temples of SATAN while I will worship in the temple of Reason and Philosophy.
I have a freedom of religion.
Long live my dead Amazons who were no other than independent and thinking women the patriarchy got rid off and gave itself credit for.
Farewell.
I walk in on the train on any given day and look away. Surrounding me are racial, national, gender, inter gender, intra gender, economic hatreds. People who eye one another with utter hatred and despisement, people who don't seem to have met one another before and do not know one another but for a cut of cloth and their sex would reveal. People who hate by default, people who attack by default, people who react by default. Every black woman looks at me with hatred. Every black man looks at me with hatred or hateful desire. Every white man looks at my shaved head. Every white woman checks out my big boots. Every black child is looking with hatred at me as I sit down to share a sit with it. Every white child is craddled by his parents and all three look trapped. Every hooded person is a gangsta, and every woman on heels and of asian decent must be bowed to. Every person is a nationality, a race, a gender, a history, not an individual. I do not sit: what for? To feel your hatred? To feel the accusations I have nothing to do with it:
A. Because I was not born in this country,
and
B. Because I have not done anything wrong to anyone. But I get punished if refuse to play your game of blame and deceit. Adn who are you to punish me? I am a thinking, sane individual. Keep sitting next to one another and hate one another and play your stupid power games.Keep worshipping in the halls and temples of SATAN while I will worship in the temple of Reason and Philosophy.
I have a freedom of religion.
Long live my dead Amazons who were no other than independent and thinking women the patriarchy got rid off and gave itself credit for.
Farewell.
Unsafe New York: Part Twenty Seven
CAN I HAVE A PIECE: OR YOU ARE A JACK-ASS
November 28th, I am walking on 14th street between 3rd and 2nd avenue. Passing by the "King's Head Tavern". A big black guy stands in fron of it and smokes. A young woman eating some cookie passes by. She is wearing a nice skirt and a shirt, a light coat, small heels. She looks exhausted after a day's work. "Can I have a piece?" the smoking guy asks in all earnest. She attempts to walk by him, unharassed. "What, are you too good for me because you are white?" throws the black guy without skipping a bit. The woman stops, ashamed. She attempts to smile. She chokes on her cookie. Her other small hand hides behind her back, it looks like she's made a cross with her fingers. "Well, are you gonna come here and share with me, eh?" laughs a black guy, barring his teeth. "I would love too, but I am in a hurry" catches herself a woman. She seems to wake up as if from some daze and looks around herself. She starts walking away. "You stingy little hoe, all for yourself?" demands to know the black guy, finishes his cigarrette and starts walking in her direction. The woman turns around and almost trips. She freezes on the spot, like a rabit in front of the python. "Hey, buddy, I"ll get you a cookie." I say and smile at the python. He looks at me with unblinking eyes. "What?" he doesn't seem to catch on. "I am eating some pretzels here and you don't ask me if I want to share, what's up with that?" I advance. "Perhaps you like her better than me because she is Anglo-Saxon?" I inquire. "My people are not good enough for you to take their food from? Russians are dirty and shit?" The guy drops his jaw and forgets to pick it up. "Well, " I am now in front of the python and want him to eat my pretzels. Python attempts to hide in his cave: a.k.a. the tavern. I pursue. "Well, no pretzels from me?" I ask, really now getting to be insulted: I am cute, I work out every day, I am smart. Why are my pretzels not being asked for?! What's up now, with that?? The guy turns around and takes a few steps towards me. He gives me a crooked smile. He sighs and responds with hesitation:"I asked her and didn't see you. I am sorry" he says. "Really? I think you are just saying it and really like her more than me. You are unfair." I say looking him in the eye, and head back to my path. "Wait up" the guy starts to catch on. "I want to talk to you." I keep walking away. "Get over here" he yells. "Miss, miss" he yells out into the distance. I turn around. I take my hat off to reveal my shining bold head. I roll my muscles. "You don't want to talk to me"? says the guy. I swear if not interrupted he would have added "because I am black." I walk over to him. He breathes heavily. "I don't go by miss, honey, I am a boy and I go by "sir." The other people who were standing around become manifest. They laugh hard, especially the two smoking guys who were watching everything, apparently (now I remember seeing them in the corner of my eye).
The guy looks at me and checks for my boobs.
His eyes slide down to my crotch. I catch his eye and grab a hold of my crotch. I bare my teeth. I turn around and walk away. The guy stands there, his lower lip is trembling. "How about "jack ass, instead of a sir?..." he yells at top of his lungs. I turn around, and take a bow. Time to go home.
November 28th, I am walking on 14th street between 3rd and 2nd avenue. Passing by the "King's Head Tavern". A big black guy stands in fron of it and smokes. A young woman eating some cookie passes by. She is wearing a nice skirt and a shirt, a light coat, small heels. She looks exhausted after a day's work. "Can I have a piece?" the smoking guy asks in all earnest. She attempts to walk by him, unharassed. "What, are you too good for me because you are white?" throws the black guy without skipping a bit. The woman stops, ashamed. She attempts to smile. She chokes on her cookie. Her other small hand hides behind her back, it looks like she's made a cross with her fingers. "Well, are you gonna come here and share with me, eh?" laughs a black guy, barring his teeth. "I would love too, but I am in a hurry" catches herself a woman. She seems to wake up as if from some daze and looks around herself. She starts walking away. "You stingy little hoe, all for yourself?" demands to know the black guy, finishes his cigarrette and starts walking in her direction. The woman turns around and almost trips. She freezes on the spot, like a rabit in front of the python. "Hey, buddy, I"ll get you a cookie." I say and smile at the python. He looks at me with unblinking eyes. "What?" he doesn't seem to catch on. "I am eating some pretzels here and you don't ask me if I want to share, what's up with that?" I advance. "Perhaps you like her better than me because she is Anglo-Saxon?" I inquire. "My people are not good enough for you to take their food from? Russians are dirty and shit?" The guy drops his jaw and forgets to pick it up. "Well, " I am now in front of the python and want him to eat my pretzels. Python attempts to hide in his cave: a.k.a. the tavern. I pursue. "Well, no pretzels from me?" I ask, really now getting to be insulted: I am cute, I work out every day, I am smart. Why are my pretzels not being asked for?! What's up now, with that?? The guy turns around and takes a few steps towards me. He gives me a crooked smile. He sighs and responds with hesitation:"I asked her and didn't see you. I am sorry" he says. "Really? I think you are just saying it and really like her more than me. You are unfair." I say looking him in the eye, and head back to my path. "Wait up" the guy starts to catch on. "I want to talk to you." I keep walking away. "Get over here" he yells. "Miss, miss" he yells out into the distance. I turn around. I take my hat off to reveal my shining bold head. I roll my muscles. "You don't want to talk to me"? says the guy. I swear if not interrupted he would have added "because I am black." I walk over to him. He breathes heavily. "I don't go by miss, honey, I am a boy and I go by "sir." The other people who were standing around become manifest. They laugh hard, especially the two smoking guys who were watching everything, apparently (now I remember seeing them in the corner of my eye).
The guy looks at me and checks for my boobs.
His eyes slide down to my crotch. I catch his eye and grab a hold of my crotch. I bare my teeth. I turn around and walk away. The guy stands there, his lower lip is trembling. "How about "jack ass, instead of a sir?..." he yells at top of his lungs. I turn around, and take a bow. Time to go home.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Unsafe New York: Part Twenty Six
WORKING OUT AT THE GYM AGAIN, NOVEMBER 24TH, 2006
So, I was back at the gym and working out...
I was enjoying myself after a day's break. This was after the first incident and after I have submitted the letter and gone through the conversation and communication with the management. The management has chastised the problem maker and told me I should be safe to work out. I was not. Below is a copy of a letter to the Chelsea Recreation Center, dated of November 24th. It contains the account of what has come to pass that day.
11/24/06
To whom it may concern:
This events took place 2 days after the first incident. The gentleman from Nov 22, 06 now continued his historianics. But he was not alone now. I came for my regular work out, and very focused did my sets, when the time came to use the same machine at which he harassed me last time, I encountered a problem again. A man who hung on the machine, looked like he was catching his breath. I did not bother him, for I knew what it was like to have a dizzy spell. Eventually he left the machine. I looked at him. He looked at me. He smiled. I smiled. He nodded. I came up to the machine and nodded at it. He nodded back. He stepped away from the machine. I started my work out. When I was on my 12th number, he came up from behind and said to me he wants the machine now. But I explained to him I needed to finish the set otherwise I would have to start again. He started yelling and saying that he wants the machine, and he wants it. I asked him why he did not let me know he was not done before. "I couldn't do anything! You just jumped in." You mean to say you did not communicate with me?" I asked him. "No!" He denied. "I didn't even see you." I stood there not know what to say. He decisevely came up to me and put the sit of the machine - down. "That's it. You are done." He commanded.
"What? Put the sit down, pleas." He put the sit down 2 more times. "I am going on." The guy came from behind and breathed on my face. The guy from two days ago came up to him and me. He put hisd arm around the guy, and said: it is her again. She is crazy. She wants something? What can she want?" The guy who denied interacting with me looked at another guy. They nodded at one another. They started talking about me. How "bitch" I was. How "she" was stupid. How "she" was crazy. How "she dared."
LAter on, the guy from two days ago introduced himself to people as "trainer here." He monopolized machines and him and his friends worked in pairs and triplets in such a way that is was impossible to get in to use the machine. While I had no chanceto catche my breath without some man coming from behind me and suggesting I "leave" or grabbing the machine, this person and most people in the gymsat on the machines, hung from them, talked at them, looked at one another and discussed the "bitches." Same guy from two days ago was talking about the female worker that was involved in the incident few days ago. He said that she "was not even sexy," was fat, draw her with his hands like a square, said "stupid bitch."
Why is he allowed to promote misogyny and still in the same gym with me and other people?
Dana Zakharov 11/24/06
The next thing after that, a third incident. The incident where people now began to criticize my hair cut, my looks my appearances, my work out style. I was called "bitch" and many other things. I had to discontinue my work out and head over to the management where I placed yet another complaint. I have met with the manager of the Chelsea Recreation center Michael Cushing and he has suggested the presence of a guard of premise to protect me. The cameras installed were insufficient as they did not cover enough of the area of the gym. I have taken the sir on his word and returned to work out with previously indicated dates and times, but for one week he was nowhere to be found. I had to come to the city three times and spend 12 dollars I did not have, all in vain. No manager, no directions, and most importantly, no work out. Finally, two weeks later I have met with his deputy manager, who has scheduled me to come next week for a meeting with the head of the (got to get the name and the titile) to discuss "my" problem. I was told to be understanding to me because "they were doing it for a longer time" and that they had a "rhythm" and that they "naturally did not like females(!!)". I was suggested basically, to reduce my work out load to accomodate the prejudices and the bigotries of the gym attendants, although we both were gym patrons and on the territory of the United States Of America. Why is it that I had to play something less and helpless, was, the answer..because I was a female! This is an indication of how deep the disease is in, if a black woman who is the head of the manager of the gym, tells me that. The CITY GYM at that.
Now I am supposed to have an escort to the gym to work out, like I can't be there without getting bashed or harassed without it. The men in the gym do not want women in there and they constantly reduce them to a secondary station through the usage of a forbidden gender card.
So, I was back at the gym and working out...
I was enjoying myself after a day's break. This was after the first incident and after I have submitted the letter and gone through the conversation and communication with the management. The management has chastised the problem maker and told me I should be safe to work out. I was not. Below is a copy of a letter to the Chelsea Recreation Center, dated of November 24th. It contains the account of what has come to pass that day.
11/24/06
To whom it may concern:
This events took place 2 days after the first incident. The gentleman from Nov 22, 06 now continued his historianics. But he was not alone now. I came for my regular work out, and very focused did my sets, when the time came to use the same machine at which he harassed me last time, I encountered a problem again. A man who hung on the machine, looked like he was catching his breath. I did not bother him, for I knew what it was like to have a dizzy spell. Eventually he left the machine. I looked at him. He looked at me. He smiled. I smiled. He nodded. I came up to the machine and nodded at it. He nodded back. He stepped away from the machine. I started my work out. When I was on my 12th number, he came up from behind and said to me he wants the machine now. But I explained to him I needed to finish the set otherwise I would have to start again. He started yelling and saying that he wants the machine, and he wants it. I asked him why he did not let me know he was not done before. "I couldn't do anything! You just jumped in." You mean to say you did not communicate with me?" I asked him. "No!" He denied. "I didn't even see you." I stood there not know what to say. He decisevely came up to me and put the sit of the machine - down. "That's it. You are done." He commanded.
"What? Put the sit down, pleas." He put the sit down 2 more times. "I am going on." The guy came from behind and breathed on my face. The guy from two days ago came up to him and me. He put hisd arm around the guy, and said: it is her again. She is crazy. She wants something? What can she want?" The guy who denied interacting with me looked at another guy. They nodded at one another. They started talking about me. How "bitch" I was. How "she" was stupid. How "she" was crazy. How "she dared."
LAter on, the guy from two days ago introduced himself to people as "trainer here." He monopolized machines and him and his friends worked in pairs and triplets in such a way that is was impossible to get in to use the machine. While I had no chanceto catche my breath without some man coming from behind me and suggesting I "leave" or grabbing the machine, this person and most people in the gymsat on the machines, hung from them, talked at them, looked at one another and discussed the "bitches." Same guy from two days ago was talking about the female worker that was involved in the incident few days ago. He said that she "was not even sexy," was fat, draw her with his hands like a square, said "stupid bitch."
Why is he allowed to promote misogyny and still in the same gym with me and other people?
Dana Zakharov 11/24/06
The next thing after that, a third incident. The incident where people now began to criticize my hair cut, my looks my appearances, my work out style. I was called "bitch" and many other things. I had to discontinue my work out and head over to the management where I placed yet another complaint. I have met with the manager of the Chelsea Recreation center Michael Cushing and he has suggested the presence of a guard of premise to protect me. The cameras installed were insufficient as they did not cover enough of the area of the gym. I have taken the sir on his word and returned to work out with previously indicated dates and times, but for one week he was nowhere to be found. I had to come to the city three times and spend 12 dollars I did not have, all in vain. No manager, no directions, and most importantly, no work out. Finally, two weeks later I have met with his deputy manager, who has scheduled me to come next week for a meeting with the head of the (got to get the name and the titile) to discuss "my" problem. I was told to be understanding to me because "they were doing it for a longer time" and that they had a "rhythm" and that they "naturally did not like females(!!)". I was suggested basically, to reduce my work out load to accomodate the prejudices and the bigotries of the gym attendants, although we both were gym patrons and on the territory of the United States Of America. Why is it that I had to play something less and helpless, was, the answer..because I was a female! This is an indication of how deep the disease is in, if a black woman who is the head of the manager of the gym, tells me that. The CITY GYM at that.
Now I am supposed to have an escort to the gym to work out, like I can't be there without getting bashed or harassed without it. The men in the gym do not want women in there and they constantly reduce them to a secondary station through the usage of a forbidden gender card.
Unsafe New York: Part Twenty Five
WORKING OUT AT A GYM ON NOVEMEBER 22nd, 2006
Below is a real incident that came to pass in the Chelsea Recreation Center, at one of my work outs. This incident has a history and a trail and ended up keeping me out of the gym for an extent of 4 (four) months. Four months of my time, nerves, muscles has been stolen by patriarchy, only on this one incident. How many more of them does my life contain! How much did the patriarchy stolen from me already! How much was that I lost while being impoverished by its endless greed. Greed and cruelty, murder and rape, thievery and adultery, patriarchy has it all. Beasts of the field do not commit such crimes against each other as men commit against women.
And so, the incident.
Below is the copy of a letter that I submitted, at the request of the management of the Chelsea Recreation Center where the incident took place.
To whom it may concern:
I was in the Chelsea Recreation center doing my workout. I am highly organized and have both a certain order and a number of exercises I perform for the sake of working out various parts of my body, creating the result I want.
As I was at my "Assisted Dip Chin" set workout, I was rudely and unprecedently interrupted by someone. "Excuse me, excuse me." I heard at first. My head was down on the pad, as my female body is not used to work out and is weak at many points. I just got a dizzy spell from the strain and had to rest my head on the pad." Miss, miss, are you done?" I heard the question followed by a tapping on the pad upon which my head was now resting. The tapping repeated, now more persistent. I looked up, still weakened by the exercise. "Yes?" I asked. Some guy was standing to my right, hands at his sides. "I have five more left." I told him. I put my head down for another second, when he tapped again and now when to stand behind me. "What?" he said leaning over me and bringing his lips to my ear. "What? Did you say"five more." His normal English turned into a funny accent, with accentuated r's people from Russia have. "Five more?" Ok, you are done. Get off there now!" He ordered me. "I am in the middle of the exercise! I put my head down to catch my breath!" I told him. "No, you are done. I don't want to hear your philosophy. Get off." He tool a step closer to me and for a second I thought he would grab me from behind and drag me down. He went to my further left. He started talking to a man sitting down on a machine. The man was resting. "She is holding you down as well?" he said to the man sitting and resting on the machine. "No, man, I don't want to go there. I am at peace." The guy stood there, his hands at sides, looking at him. He said:"Yes, its thanksgiving. Yes." Some girl giggled at the side:" Yes, hee, hee, it's Thanksgiving." I was doing my exercise.
The guy went around me and looked at me. His face looked contorted. He whispered something to me as he passed by. He then stormed out of the weight room and about 7 minutes later I heard " Don't touch me. Don't put your hands on me." I looked up. Was he now abusing someone else?
I saw the following picture:
The woman I see in the gym, as the employee, and who works hard, was standing with a guy next to her. He was waving his hands to and fro, in front of her face, telling her to "get her off the machine." He said to the woman. "So, what if I touched you? Don't you work here?" The woman stood there, and listened to his angry words. She explained to the gentleman that no, he cannot touch her even though she works here. The guy was very upset. He kept looking at me with hatred and kept saying "take her off the machine." As if I was an inanimate obkect to be moved around.
The woman came up to me and asked me if I was on the machine for "more than half an hour.""No," I responded. I conveyed to her what has passed. The guy run up to the employee and said that he wants to "speak to Michael" and "Michael willsurely set things right." I am always right" the man said boastfully. The employee looked at him. "Always" he repeated and I went back to an intense workout.
A few minutes later, the commotion outside made me look outside. There were about 8 employees. The guy was running around and screaming. The woman who I've encountered previously was there too. I came outside. I heard the guy say that an employee was "imbecile, crazy, schizophrenic" and he also said that she is wrong. The employee explained the situation to her boss. Her boss was trying to reasonable figure out the situation but the guy was unreasonable. He kept putting his hands in the now boss employee's face, kept running up to a woman employee and putting hands in her face. He kept pushing her with his angry workds and name-calling of her, further and further to the wall. "I am right. I am always right! Get Michael!!!"
Someone from staff took down my name for the report and I went back to work out. This rabid individual went back inside shortly after, previously sending his buddy to bully me again. When I came up to a "Leg Extension" machine where I saw a guy resting and sitting, I've waited. After 5 minutes, I asked the man on the machine if he was done. He looked at me. "No." He said sternly. Then, "why are you causing trouble?" "I just want to know if you are done that's all." "No, I have two more sets. Do you know what "two sets" are? Here, watch" he said patronizingly. "I don't want to watch. I just wanted to know if you are done. No need to insult me." I walked away. "Hey, you have to be nicer, seeter then you won't have any problems." said the guy across the room. He kpt sitting on the machine, not using it. I waited. The guy who was in the incident earlier on, came into the room again, and said something fast to the guy who I spoke with in regards to using of the machine just now. The guy on the machine smiled. They both looked at me. I was still waiting for the machine. Eventually, the guy was done. I sat donw to exercise. I was interrupted yet again when a woman employee came into the weight-lifting room and asked me to come out. I told the story to her boss. But the guy kept making loud screams, calling people names and running around.
Now, I would like to say that I get hassled in the gym all the time. every time I peacefully work out, some guy comes up to me and tells me how to A) do the exercise. B) Do it differently. C) Stands there and watches me but does not use the machine after I leave. D) Cracks his knuckle bones by my ear, closely.
Many a guy, in an empty gym, while using other set of machinery, looked at me figuring out the directions for the usage of the machine, and ALWAYS , although I would let them know I did not want help, "helped" me by forcing ,e to listen to directions. Sometimes, men come up to me anf grab a piece of equipment out of my hands and force their help on me. Often I beg them not to disturb me, let me do my thing, but they insist on making sure I don't do what I want to do. Why? Often they stare at me. Often when I lift weights they stop and come up to me and walk around, or whistle or look at my face and whisper something. I feel that men in your gym do not like women, have no respect for difference and are aggressive individuals who proove disturbing, irritating and patronizing. I hope this account will serve you best in your way to imporval upon your growth as a place of diversity in the most diverse city in the world in the most diverse country in history after Rome, the United States of America.
Dana Zakharov.
PS.When the gentleman was yelling outside at employees, he kept bringing up the political linesm calling them "Republicans." He hinted often at race, although the female employee is of a Black race. And the gentleman causing problems is as white as me.
Below is a real incident that came to pass in the Chelsea Recreation Center, at one of my work outs. This incident has a history and a trail and ended up keeping me out of the gym for an extent of 4 (four) months. Four months of my time, nerves, muscles has been stolen by patriarchy, only on this one incident. How many more of them does my life contain! How much did the patriarchy stolen from me already! How much was that I lost while being impoverished by its endless greed. Greed and cruelty, murder and rape, thievery and adultery, patriarchy has it all. Beasts of the field do not commit such crimes against each other as men commit against women.
And so, the incident.
Below is the copy of a letter that I submitted, at the request of the management of the Chelsea Recreation Center where the incident took place.
To whom it may concern:
I was in the Chelsea Recreation center doing my workout. I am highly organized and have both a certain order and a number of exercises I perform for the sake of working out various parts of my body, creating the result I want.
As I was at my "Assisted Dip Chin" set workout, I was rudely and unprecedently interrupted by someone. "Excuse me, excuse me." I heard at first. My head was down on the pad, as my female body is not used to work out and is weak at many points. I just got a dizzy spell from the strain and had to rest my head on the pad." Miss, miss, are you done?" I heard the question followed by a tapping on the pad upon which my head was now resting. The tapping repeated, now more persistent. I looked up, still weakened by the exercise. "Yes?" I asked. Some guy was standing to my right, hands at his sides. "I have five more left." I told him. I put my head down for another second, when he tapped again and now when to stand behind me. "What?" he said leaning over me and bringing his lips to my ear. "What? Did you say"five more." His normal English turned into a funny accent, with accentuated r's people from Russia have. "Five more?" Ok, you are done. Get off there now!" He ordered me. "I am in the middle of the exercise! I put my head down to catch my breath!" I told him. "No, you are done. I don't want to hear your philosophy. Get off." He tool a step closer to me and for a second I thought he would grab me from behind and drag me down. He went to my further left. He started talking to a man sitting down on a machine. The man was resting. "She is holding you down as well?" he said to the man sitting and resting on the machine. "No, man, I don't want to go there. I am at peace." The guy stood there, his hands at sides, looking at him. He said:"Yes, its thanksgiving. Yes." Some girl giggled at the side:" Yes, hee, hee, it's Thanksgiving." I was doing my exercise.
The guy went around me and looked at me. His face looked contorted. He whispered something to me as he passed by. He then stormed out of the weight room and about 7 minutes later I heard " Don't touch me. Don't put your hands on me." I looked up. Was he now abusing someone else?
I saw the following picture:
The woman I see in the gym, as the employee, and who works hard, was standing with a guy next to her. He was waving his hands to and fro, in front of her face, telling her to "get her off the machine." He said to the woman. "So, what if I touched you? Don't you work here?" The woman stood there, and listened to his angry words. She explained to the gentleman that no, he cannot touch her even though she works here. The guy was very upset. He kept looking at me with hatred and kept saying "take her off the machine." As if I was an inanimate obkect to be moved around.
The woman came up to me and asked me if I was on the machine for "more than half an hour.""No," I responded. I conveyed to her what has passed. The guy run up to the employee and said that he wants to "speak to Michael" and "Michael willsurely set things right." I am always right" the man said boastfully. The employee looked at him. "Always" he repeated and I went back to an intense workout.
A few minutes later, the commotion outside made me look outside. There were about 8 employees. The guy was running around and screaming. The woman who I've encountered previously was there too. I came outside. I heard the guy say that an employee was "imbecile, crazy, schizophrenic" and he also said that she is wrong. The employee explained the situation to her boss. Her boss was trying to reasonable figure out the situation but the guy was unreasonable. He kept putting his hands in the now boss employee's face, kept running up to a woman employee and putting hands in her face. He kept pushing her with his angry workds and name-calling of her, further and further to the wall. "I am right. I am always right! Get Michael!!!"
Someone from staff took down my name for the report and I went back to work out. This rabid individual went back inside shortly after, previously sending his buddy to bully me again. When I came up to a "Leg Extension" machine where I saw a guy resting and sitting, I've waited. After 5 minutes, I asked the man on the machine if he was done. He looked at me. "No." He said sternly. Then, "why are you causing trouble?" "I just want to know if you are done that's all." "No, I have two more sets. Do you know what "two sets" are? Here, watch" he said patronizingly. "I don't want to watch. I just wanted to know if you are done. No need to insult me." I walked away. "Hey, you have to be nicer, seeter then you won't have any problems." said the guy across the room. He kpt sitting on the machine, not using it. I waited. The guy who was in the incident earlier on, came into the room again, and said something fast to the guy who I spoke with in regards to using of the machine just now. The guy on the machine smiled. They both looked at me. I was still waiting for the machine. Eventually, the guy was done. I sat donw to exercise. I was interrupted yet again when a woman employee came into the weight-lifting room and asked me to come out. I told the story to her boss. But the guy kept making loud screams, calling people names and running around.
Now, I would like to say that I get hassled in the gym all the time. every time I peacefully work out, some guy comes up to me and tells me how to A) do the exercise. B) Do it differently. C) Stands there and watches me but does not use the machine after I leave. D) Cracks his knuckle bones by my ear, closely.
Many a guy, in an empty gym, while using other set of machinery, looked at me figuring out the directions for the usage of the machine, and ALWAYS , although I would let them know I did not want help, "helped" me by forcing ,e to listen to directions. Sometimes, men come up to me anf grab a piece of equipment out of my hands and force their help on me. Often I beg them not to disturb me, let me do my thing, but they insist on making sure I don't do what I want to do. Why? Often they stare at me. Often when I lift weights they stop and come up to me and walk around, or whistle or look at my face and whisper something. I feel that men in your gym do not like women, have no respect for difference and are aggressive individuals who proove disturbing, irritating and patronizing. I hope this account will serve you best in your way to imporval upon your growth as a place of diversity in the most diverse city in the world in the most diverse country in history after Rome, the United States of America.
Dana Zakharov.
PS.When the gentleman was yelling outside at employees, he kept bringing up the political linesm calling them "Republicans." He hinted often at race, although the female employee is of a Black race. And the gentleman causing problems is as white as me.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Biology, chemistry, physics, colonics, proper nutrition, exercise, sleep, massage, etc:or, "Can I help you, sir?"
Men and thier comfort. Their intestines, their heart, their lungs, their nutrition, their nutrition. Their exercise series, their accomplishments, their knowledge, their dreams, their visions, their reality, their dreams, their imagination, their his-story, their justice, their rest, their religion, their perception of god, their perception of Heaven and Hell, their writings, their knowledge, their travellings, their travails,their experiences, their desires, their religious expressions, their religions, their visions, their dreams, their perception of sane and insane, their truth, their relativity. Their Their Their
How important is the little boy’s music lessons, art lessons, martial arts lessons! How his development is discussed over the table, his body growth –monitored by both the mother and the father, his mind - adored and encouraged to develop..How he is encouraged to eat his soup to be strong. The little girl, his sister, meanwhile, is encouraged to be more gentle and read her books. Hwo different is the development of two genders based on what is encouraged and discouraged in them! Mental acument, physical fitness, self respect and mastery are no-entry domains for a female. She, instead, is taught to obey and to listen. To sit quite and appear humble. She is taught to cook and clean, to make soup and arrange the flowers. She is taught to help mother in the kitchen, picks up plates from the table and wash them. When she does it, she is not even praised but the matter is treated as with a servant's labot: as a mater of fact. When a boy does what she does, he gets praised and looked at by the mother with awe...Same tasking, you know. The father then quickly whisks him away to more “mainly” pursuits.
The little boy is encouraged to be a cosmonaut, to have a tendency for mathematics and study his sciences. He is bought Legos and cars, climbs trees and receives a new car for graduation. The little girl is explained to that she does not like math, and that she likes to play with her dolls, she is also "interested" in studying home economics at college.. This little girl learns to be ashamed of her body when her first “period” – menstruation, arrives. The matter is spoken about with shame and guilt...She lives to be out of her body, ashamed and hateful of it, what the fuck. She is taught to remove her little arm pit and leg hair, a sign of her sexual maturity, while the boy is encouraged to grow that hair everywhere. The girl learns to cook and clean.
The boy gets the job.
The boy makes the money and buys girl’s time and attention.
He sees it as his due to have her dote on him, especially if he “pays money". He expects her to mince his muscles in a friendly and loving massage, to whisper into his ear while she is doing it for pay, and at the end tp be warm and welcoming even into …her own body.
Time passes. The fact that these lessons that were taught gets forgotten but the message of these lessons remains. The girl grows up not to remember the prescriptions and prohibitions, and she smiles and smiles and believes that she is equal. All the while she minces onion and muscles and opens her doors and legs. After all, there are so many examples of women’s freedom and equality out there, right? She must be equal! But she does not observe the contradictions that she allowed to perpetuate. Not extinguished, these smoldering fires of prejudiced and hatred go on to produce the next generation of misogyny.
The girl that makes money has a diffucult time buying a boy and even when, receives a threat or a societal condemnation. Epithets fly onto her either which way.
She is judged negatively.
The boy flies off to space leaving girls to mend and wash his socks.
Why?
I don't care why, this will end.
Fuck the why.
How important is the little boy’s music lessons, art lessons, martial arts lessons! How his development is discussed over the table, his body growth –monitored by both the mother and the father, his mind - adored and encouraged to develop..How he is encouraged to eat his soup to be strong. The little girl, his sister, meanwhile, is encouraged to be more gentle and read her books. Hwo different is the development of two genders based on what is encouraged and discouraged in them! Mental acument, physical fitness, self respect and mastery are no-entry domains for a female. She, instead, is taught to obey and to listen. To sit quite and appear humble. She is taught to cook and clean, to make soup and arrange the flowers. She is taught to help mother in the kitchen, picks up plates from the table and wash them. When she does it, she is not even praised but the matter is treated as with a servant's labot: as a mater of fact. When a boy does what she does, he gets praised and looked at by the mother with awe...Same tasking, you know. The father then quickly whisks him away to more “mainly” pursuits.
The little boy is encouraged to be a cosmonaut, to have a tendency for mathematics and study his sciences. He is bought Legos and cars, climbs trees and receives a new car for graduation. The little girl is explained to that she does not like math, and that she likes to play with her dolls, she is also "interested" in studying home economics at college.. This little girl learns to be ashamed of her body when her first “period” – menstruation, arrives. The matter is spoken about with shame and guilt...She lives to be out of her body, ashamed and hateful of it, what the fuck. She is taught to remove her little arm pit and leg hair, a sign of her sexual maturity, while the boy is encouraged to grow that hair everywhere. The girl learns to cook and clean.
The boy gets the job.
The boy makes the money and buys girl’s time and attention.
He sees it as his due to have her dote on him, especially if he “pays money". He expects her to mince his muscles in a friendly and loving massage, to whisper into his ear while she is doing it for pay, and at the end tp be warm and welcoming even into …her own body.
Time passes. The fact that these lessons that were taught gets forgotten but the message of these lessons remains. The girl grows up not to remember the prescriptions and prohibitions, and she smiles and smiles and believes that she is equal. All the while she minces onion and muscles and opens her doors and legs. After all, there are so many examples of women’s freedom and equality out there, right? She must be equal! But she does not observe the contradictions that she allowed to perpetuate. Not extinguished, these smoldering fires of prejudiced and hatred go on to produce the next generation of misogyny.
The girl that makes money has a diffucult time buying a boy and even when, receives a threat or a societal condemnation. Epithets fly onto her either which way.
She is judged negatively.
The boy flies off to space leaving girls to mend and wash his socks.
Why?
I don't care why, this will end.
Fuck the why.
To religious groups: cattle-like animal stock and no homosexuality?
Oh, beloved religious groups that teach us to oppress and lower human women!
Why do you not admit that either you've fucked up or you have been doing your actions all along, consciously and with an intention to create the following results:
First, I will ask you, or dishonest, lying and cheating creatures:
-Do you truly expect that a man whom you elevate so highly would want to mate or respect an animal you leave for reproduction? His human mate? The woman? Can a man, whom you elevate to a status of a god, want to kiss, fondle and love and play, and LIVE WITH a being you have commanded him to control, to abuse and to keep back, primitive in her development? As his mind goes further and further, becoming more and more elevated and evolved, her mind remains in the same spot, concerned with diapers, cooking gear, cleaning liquid, and such? In fact, her mind devolves...
What conversation will they have?
What will they converse about? What does she know without education and loving upringing necessary for the mind to remember?
What can they do together?
What can they do together if she is even unaware of her own body and does not know how to lift anything bigger than a spoon? Sometimes, a fork?
Is lifting that important, you may ask?
And I will answer, self-knowledge is important. The knowledge of one's body is important. Look how many things require physical strength and produce knowledge: football, socker, baseball, basketball. Lifting weights. Building a machine. Building. Carrying. Beeing in the physical world you need strength. Much relies on the knowledge of the body in space, of a mental and physical knowledge. Even games that have no physical strength in them anymore now, once came out of the physical background and are now using for concepts references to physical activites. Women have never been involved on that level and, are therefore, unable to understand these concepts. How will they be able to participate in the games?
Or talks related to them? Or taskings that require a reference?
How will women be able to participate in a debate ever as they are taught and kept irrational and do not know the form of the argument, neither do they know the logical fallacies and are unable therefore to counter the argument that is imporperly structured?...
How will they be able to understand the point they cannot see first because of the lack of knowledge of the structure of the thought, and second, because of the lack of knowledge of the references to which the thought is coming back?
And how about being highly traumatized over a larger period of time of our civilization? Traumatized in many and diverse ways: abused, harassed, oppressed and and made to feel and be subservient, mean-minded, small and cunning? When faced with this creature of an a abused past, and small mind, codified as "w.o.m.a.n." what will a man do? How long can he last in the company of an abused and hurt creature, without realizing that he is falling in love with her and wants to help her? And he cannot? He cannot undo the ages of abuse and the system of abuse which is built on her life? And what will he do if he simply expected something else, in accordance to the patriarchal myth? And what will he do when faced with the wretched animal on his hands? What will he do? Where will he run? Where will he find solace and consolation?...
Whom will an educated, evolved, enlightened man go to? Who will be able to counter his arguments, respond to his inquiries and participate in his games? Who will share the interests and who will respond in like and even? Who will walk the walk with him and be his companion? Who will he embrace after a good game and whom will he high -five in joy and happiness of a victory or punch and hug in the shame of a defeat?
Common, don't tell me you did not see this coming thousands years ago, are you such a fool? Could I, a child, with little means and aching body, hungry body and limited access to everything, be smarter when given quarter of a chance than you, great superior spiritual head? The great patriarch? How come you did not see the logical conclusion of your actions?
How can you contain the flow of what inevitable, now?
A time of what is ripe?
An intention laid out by what gods?
A result of which of your actiona?
The outcome of which of your inactions?
The result of your violence and stupidity?
There is no way to cook the chocolate cake but by including the ingredient that is or have chocolate.
There is no way to clean the house but by either sweeping or washing it.
There is no way to make a carbon monoxide but by combining one molecule of oxygen and one molecule of hydrogen.
There is no way to keep the population straight but by developing the female gender with the same alacrity and honesty that you were developing the male gender.
Do you still want to cattle my sisters?..
Why do you not admit that either you've fucked up or you have been doing your actions all along, consciously and with an intention to create the following results:
First, I will ask you, or dishonest, lying and cheating creatures:
-Do you truly expect that a man whom you elevate so highly would want to mate or respect an animal you leave for reproduction? His human mate? The woman? Can a man, whom you elevate to a status of a god, want to kiss, fondle and love and play, and LIVE WITH a being you have commanded him to control, to abuse and to keep back, primitive in her development? As his mind goes further and further, becoming more and more elevated and evolved, her mind remains in the same spot, concerned with diapers, cooking gear, cleaning liquid, and such? In fact, her mind devolves...
What conversation will they have?
What will they converse about? What does she know without education and loving upringing necessary for the mind to remember?
What can they do together?
What can they do together if she is even unaware of her own body and does not know how to lift anything bigger than a spoon? Sometimes, a fork?
Is lifting that important, you may ask?
And I will answer, self-knowledge is important. The knowledge of one's body is important. Look how many things require physical strength and produce knowledge: football, socker, baseball, basketball. Lifting weights. Building a machine. Building. Carrying. Beeing in the physical world you need strength. Much relies on the knowledge of the body in space, of a mental and physical knowledge. Even games that have no physical strength in them anymore now, once came out of the physical background and are now using for concepts references to physical activites. Women have never been involved on that level and, are therefore, unable to understand these concepts. How will they be able to participate in the games?
Or talks related to them? Or taskings that require a reference?
How will women be able to participate in a debate ever as they are taught and kept irrational and do not know the form of the argument, neither do they know the logical fallacies and are unable therefore to counter the argument that is imporperly structured?...
How will they be able to understand the point they cannot see first because of the lack of knowledge of the structure of the thought, and second, because of the lack of knowledge of the references to which the thought is coming back?
And how about being highly traumatized over a larger period of time of our civilization? Traumatized in many and diverse ways: abused, harassed, oppressed and and made to feel and be subservient, mean-minded, small and cunning? When faced with this creature of an a abused past, and small mind, codified as "w.o.m.a.n." what will a man do? How long can he last in the company of an abused and hurt creature, without realizing that he is falling in love with her and wants to help her? And he cannot? He cannot undo the ages of abuse and the system of abuse which is built on her life? And what will he do if he simply expected something else, in accordance to the patriarchal myth? And what will he do when faced with the wretched animal on his hands? What will he do? Where will he run? Where will he find solace and consolation?...
Whom will an educated, evolved, enlightened man go to? Who will be able to counter his arguments, respond to his inquiries and participate in his games? Who will share the interests and who will respond in like and even? Who will walk the walk with him and be his companion? Who will he embrace after a good game and whom will he high -five in joy and happiness of a victory or punch and hug in the shame of a defeat?
Common, don't tell me you did not see this coming thousands years ago, are you such a fool? Could I, a child, with little means and aching body, hungry body and limited access to everything, be smarter when given quarter of a chance than you, great superior spiritual head? The great patriarch? How come you did not see the logical conclusion of your actions?
How can you contain the flow of what inevitable, now?
A time of what is ripe?
An intention laid out by what gods?
A result of which of your actiona?
The outcome of which of your inactions?
The result of your violence and stupidity?
There is no way to cook the chocolate cake but by including the ingredient that is or have chocolate.
There is no way to clean the house but by either sweeping or washing it.
There is no way to make a carbon monoxide but by combining one molecule of oxygen and one molecule of hydrogen.
There is no way to keep the population straight but by developing the female gender with the same alacrity and honesty that you were developing the male gender.
Do you still want to cattle my sisters?..
Cattling and intimidating: walking on the street
Watch how men walk down the street. Fast and deliberately, they swirve back and forth, up and down, and right in front of women. They act like they were warriors on a battlefield and not civilians among civilians. They push women. Behind them. From all sides. In the front. You are being pushed to and fro like an autumn leave: it is the male coming through, beware. They push you, literally, according to their direction. Then they go and sit with you in the restaurant and smile all civilized. Is it any wonder everyone hates America? How do American males act? How they treat their Sacred Females? And there is no escape from irrationality and stupidity of a male: even if you are walking peacefully on the right hand side, someone with a steady gaze and unwavering walk walks right into you. He is weaing a suit and works at the Wall Street. Should he not be a little more intelligent? That someone few steps later steps aside and takes proper to his direction position when encounters a male. Are you not supposed to use a gender card? As you cross the street the car almost runs over your foot. It is your light, however. And the car is honking at you. .You look inside and see a contourted face of some guy, who is opening the window now. "Bitch, fucking bitch." It is about 11 in the morning, you feel good, just had your roll and a cup of coffee, but after this you feel good no more....You slowly cross, burdened by hatred and the weight of projections, and he speeds away, leaving a thick cloud of smoke to hover in the air... The guys across the street eye you up and down with displeasure: female, how dare you? And what are YOU talking about? When you are walking by them, one of them takes a loud and swift step towards you, startling you and making you wobble. The guys smile. You are a stupid chick yet again. And the fact that you are a stranger on the street, minding her business is overlooked. Why?
Here is one story that just happened to me this past Tuesday. It was evening time and I was walking on the street. The street was empty and so I allowed myself to relax and go into my thought about my day so far. I caught myself wavering to my left and got back in line as I realized that I may be impeding the oncoming traffic. As I was taking steps to the right, I heard the displeased voice and an irritated attention directed towards me. What is it?! I wondered? There were some guys to my left, walking forward, in the same direction as I was heading into. Why were they upset? My movement could only help them get ahead faster! Then suddenly, I saw a guy straight ahead. He was walking towards me, in my direction rather. Diagonally. Have I not moved previously, I would have ended up being at a point of meeting this guy. I moved because I got back in line, but on the surface it coule appear that I moved to...accomodate this walking in my direction guy. A strange thing happened. Immediately after observing the guy, the men behind me calmed down. I felt the wave of displeasure and hate recede. Why is it? The two parties did not exchange greetings nor did they seem to know one another. Well, in the light of what I have observed so far about American males, a man feels entitled to women's bodies and persons. The patriarchy also mightily struggles to prevent us from becoming conscious and self arising. And at first, before a group of guys has noticed another guy, they perceived that I have CONSCIOUSLY changed my direction! And on my part, to have realized that I was on the wrong side and to have taken action to change the lanes would have meant that I am...a human and thinking! But under the state of patriarchy, this is a no-no.
This is a no-no.
"THOU SHALT NOT BE CONSCIOUS, OH WOMAN." SAYS LORD THY GOD.
"FUCK YOU, LORD MY GOD. I WILL FUCKING PUT YOU IN YOUR UNCONCSIOUS."
SAYS I, MY MASTER.
But to have reacted to an approaching, intimidating guy was ok - I, an unconcsious, bovine and canine and feline creature was expected and in fact commanded to do just that.
I have no right to make consious decissions.
I am nothing. I am a non-entity. I am a woman, a patriarchal A.I.
I have nothing. I own nothing. I am nothing. Who am I?
WHY?
Here is one story that just happened to me this past Tuesday. It was evening time and I was walking on the street. The street was empty and so I allowed myself to relax and go into my thought about my day so far. I caught myself wavering to my left and got back in line as I realized that I may be impeding the oncoming traffic. As I was taking steps to the right, I heard the displeased voice and an irritated attention directed towards me. What is it?! I wondered? There were some guys to my left, walking forward, in the same direction as I was heading into. Why were they upset? My movement could only help them get ahead faster! Then suddenly, I saw a guy straight ahead. He was walking towards me, in my direction rather. Diagonally. Have I not moved previously, I would have ended up being at a point of meeting this guy. I moved because I got back in line, but on the surface it coule appear that I moved to...accomodate this walking in my direction guy. A strange thing happened. Immediately after observing the guy, the men behind me calmed down. I felt the wave of displeasure and hate recede. Why is it? The two parties did not exchange greetings nor did they seem to know one another. Well, in the light of what I have observed so far about American males, a man feels entitled to women's bodies and persons. The patriarchy also mightily struggles to prevent us from becoming conscious and self arising. And at first, before a group of guys has noticed another guy, they perceived that I have CONSCIOUSLY changed my direction! And on my part, to have realized that I was on the wrong side and to have taken action to change the lanes would have meant that I am...a human and thinking! But under the state of patriarchy, this is a no-no.
This is a no-no.
"THOU SHALT NOT BE CONSCIOUS, OH WOMAN." SAYS LORD THY GOD.
"FUCK YOU, LORD MY GOD. I WILL FUCKING PUT YOU IN YOUR UNCONCSIOUS."
SAYS I, MY MASTER.
But to have reacted to an approaching, intimidating guy was ok - I, an unconcsious, bovine and canine and feline creature was expected and in fact commanded to do just that.
I have no right to make consious decissions.
I am nothing. I am a non-entity. I am a woman, a patriarchal A.I.
I have nothing. I own nothing. I am nothing. Who am I?
WHY?
Not in their bodies
In this essay I will cover the facts of women not being present in their bodies. This is something I refered to, but this is something I will now expand on and conver in a more full detail. First, most importantly, the outcomes. And the outcomes are sick phyches, lack of knowledge of own body, body in space and correspondigly lack of possession of any skills and even a potential for learning. I will also cover how women end up not being in their bodies, what are the tricks and strategies the patriarchy uses to get them there, and most importantly, to keep them there. I will demonstrate many specific examples of what happens to women that would like to stretch an arm, feel the taste of food or simply enjoy their being and existence. The fear based on real and repeated cruel and unusual punishment, is repeatedly used to control those of a human species who happened to be "female" who would like to be Homo Sapiens and not Bos Taurus, or Gallus gallus domesticus or Felis silvestris catus or Canis lupus familiaris. Below is the proof, the examples and the demonstrated intent on the part of a male kind to keep female kind abscent from their bodies, under control and suggestion of their, male desires and world view. Below also is a demonstrated result of a crippled soul, mind and spirit that the system of de-humanization - literally, a persistant system of divestment of humanity of one half of the human race. People of a female gender are often and on a regular basis compared to the animals of other species, and the animals that are endowed in a human folklore with traits and qualities that are not flattering. Think of a cow, chick, snake, bitch, sow: animals that are either stupid, slow, capricious or with constant obsession with breeding and breeding. This method of dehumanization is used in order to stupify the mind of a person and have her asscosiate with the qualities of the species she should resemble. It is an auto suggestive techiniques, a self-fulfilling prophecy whose actualization is vigilantly watched over by all members of male society from fathers, to brothers, to lovers, to sons, to friends, to employers, to employees. With the proper and consisten application the result are mind controlled slaves, dead souls in willing and obedient resourcedul bodies. The resulting control by others of one's body produces a sickness in psyche, a sickness in mind, a sickness in spirit. You see, a human spirit banished, is a human spirit still, and just because it has no way for expression that is normal and proper, it finds a way for expression that is not normal and is improper. Hence the folkloric imagery of women witches, imbeciles and possessed females. Patriarchy leaves precious little for a femal spirit and mind to do...Because of the major underdevelopment that not only takes place as a side effect, but is also encouraged and promoted, it is an almost impossible situation to get out of. Even if one may conceive of the way out, one may not have the necessarfy strength, knowledge experience or support to carry the escape, out. Besides a very small chance of retaining the consciousness, finding the right support and the will power to carry out one's freeing, one must also bear tremendous pain of the effort and be willing to face the punishement that is imposed if one desires to be free, for there is nothing, NOTHING that maddenes the slave owner as much as his slave desiring freedom and possessing a potential to become more than on'es equal. Cato's in his speech against the repeal of the Oppian luxury law expressed that fear as early as 215B.C. Here is his warning to men, against women: "Suffer them once to arrive at an equality with you, and they will from that moment become your superiors."
And so, I bring to you disorganized but insightful reality, that I live day in and day out. The reality that you all live as well, but are unable to see because of the barriers that surround you and the smoke screens that are dissipated all around.
"Faggot" they say, but how about "woman." Constantly walking down the street, being assaulted, all because of the premises that you are: inferior, should serve, a walking pussy that is now not even wanted for sex but for babies only. How bad is that...
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So, you are in the gym and you are working out. About 10 times guys come up and offer to show you how to work the machine.How humiliating to your intelligence and self. But you are used to be spoken down to, looked down to, and so you shoudl receive this with the gratitude, right? The Grand Male desires to help! Why does the grand male not mind his business instead of minding mine and insulting my intelligence?
Or,
I am in an empty gym, and there are two more pesons. I am reading the instructions for the work out machine. Behind me I hear voice that volunteers directions. Just like that. Without offering first to speak. Without letting me choose if I want his help or not. The voice did not even wait for me to turn around. He did not even give me a courtesy of 5 minutes! No. He has made that decision if I should receive his help or not, for me. Immediately, instantly, I am a female and therefore cannot read a fucking instruction for a 5 year old, and figure it out. The question arises: why does he think I need help? Why does he not think about my ego before insulting me and claiming I am unable to figure something out myself? Why does he get upset when I tell him I am ok. Why does he wait by, right behind my back, and as 2 minutes pass, sniffs and makes loud comments such as "ok, you'll see" and "fucking bitch" as if I owed it to him to accept his help! It seems that at least I owe him a ..response! Why does he even think about "helping"? And if he so wanted to help, why does he get upset when I tell him I am ok, but not gets upset as in sad, but gets upset as in "fucking bitch" and walks off to his buddies to tell them how much of a fucking bitch I am. Why does it bother guys when in the gym on a quiet day, with a half an hour of a work out allocated to me, I am peacefully reading the instructions and doing things my way? It bothers so much that often I see a hand grabbing the piece of equipment, and without an "excuse me" or an invitation on my part, they force the adjustment of the machine on me. It is apparent I do not want help. Sometimes after they repeatedly, gun-fire "excuse me" attempting to force my response and reaction, they come from behind and still proceed insist on "helping" me. They then physically invite themselves into my space and often force their "help" onto me. I SAID I DO NOT WANT IT. What is so difficult to understand? Do you know what disservice females that allow such behavior do other females? Such a great disservice that the punishment should be flagging. By accepting this "help" you teach the male to force you and to force others like you. You promote violence and enslavement of a female.
DO NOT ENCOURAGE THIS.
YOU TEACH THAT WHAT WE SAY IS IRRELEVANT, OUR WILL IS NAUGHT AND OUR SELVES ARE BUT HIS POSSESSIONS.
YES, EVERYTHING YOU DO AROUND THE MALE, UNTIL THE REALITY CHANGES, MATTERS AND GIVES OFF CIRCLES ON THE SURFACE OF THE LAKE. EVERY ALLOWANCE IS LIKE ONE MORE ROCK ON THE BOTTOM OF THE LAKE.
DO NOT.
Does it even matter what I say?
Why does anyone, but anyone anywhere if he is of a male gender, even in the United States of America, in the 21st century, pushes me, without knowing me, without having any previous engagement with me, on the street, looks angrily at me in the store if I don't move out of his way in a speed of light, him, him, superior HIM, to let him pass; why does he foregoe me in the line when I shop and steals my turn? Why does he think its fit to use a foreighn language with me and a tone of familiarity?No one knows me. And other women? No one knows them either, but they...they smile and move aside.
I will convery a story of their cowardice later, titled "Gym guy number two."
So, in the gym I finally get to work out. Finally, I fend off all the harassment. I defend myself against the encroachments onto my person. I move onto having my life and begin my work out. Already all worked up. And now, as I do my exercises, I feel all eyes on me. I am lifting a weight! Goodness me! I am lifting a weight! I am lifting it for more than 2 seconds! Oh God! Women are not allowed to build the muscles... They cannot! They must not! There is an expectation of ours being skinny and pretty, both are crippling enough. A skinny person is weak and sickly, a "prety" is defined as frozen, artificial and to other but- man's standard. So, a woman must be either pretty and skinny, or an old hag, or a relative for her to have a right to existence. The grand fuck issues it, you see. None of the above visit the gym.
And if I come in to work out?
I must be an abomination.
A mutation. The fact that there is a natural muscle alighnment in me, natural hair growth on my body, is overlooked. How can I be unnatural if I am natural? Since when numerous restrictive actions have become "natural" if they are, by definition designed to prevent natural development?..There are many preventions of natural development that a male imposes upon a female.
Shame, as a preventor of woman action, is a big one. The shame prevention is instituted in women at all places, strategic to evolution places. Like one places cloth pins on the cloth to hang it and keep it on spot, patriarchy uses pins on women by clipping their minds through suppression of psyche and body. Their soul becomes desolate and dead through these manipulation. And when a focus is on one aspect, how can it be on another aspect? If I am supposed to be dainty and pretty, how can I have a healthy body? That requires proper nutrition, exercise, and most importantly knowledge of one's body. That means one needs to know what one can do and cannot do. What are these muscles.
One needs to know one's functions. Farting. Shitting. Eating. Scratching. Hair. Fucking. Masturbating. All these are taboos for women. And in the gym? How often you see them wear make up and tons of perfume and deodarant? And how about spitting, or sweating or farting, all arise when an intense work out is in place? So, as a result women never reach the intense work out level. And how self-consious they are! Watched, watched, and once more, watched they are. There are strict gradations of do's and don'ts. Lifting weight, really looking in the mirror on one's building muscles mass, enjoying oneself and giving oneself to the work out is not allowed. Men prohibit the concentration by constantly using the tricks that irritate the psyche of a woman, and force her mind to return to the self-consiousness and being shy. This way two things are accomplished.
1. Men succeed in preventing women from evolving,
and
2. Steal their attention, through self-consiousness and desire to get away from onself, and fear of male's dissaproval and seeking of his approval, onto themselves. Also, woman is constantly assaulted by a self-check:
am I sexy?
Will they get mad?
Will they punish me as a result of their getting mad because I was not sexy at some point in time?
This check and corresponding fears stem from an improperly imposed criteria upon her, where absolutely absurd standards of behavor are expected. These standards are designed to preserve her as "sexy," "feminine," and...weak. Because the objective is to keep her weak, stupid, obedient and available, the "standards" are put in place. How cruel. How inhumane! You would not believe it, but apparently a human man expects of "his" human woman the same obedience he expects of his dog! These standards remove any type of behavior that is independent, pleasant to a woman or encouraging of her growth and development. So, a woman is self-consious because she is worried about violating a thousand and one tabooes of acting and appearing. Among those are numerous divisions: eating a certain way, drinking a certain way, appearing a certain way... Woman's time and person is highly tabooed and restricted, whereas any natural self-arising action becomes simply impossible.
A woman is also watched from the outside. She is "encouraged" by an introduction of the posistive enforcement and negative reenforcement to act and look a certain way. Various open statements from "bitch, you're too pushy" or "you're a superman now" or "what's that?" and many many more are made to her if she attempts to become a real, organic human being or to simply enjoy herself. She is especially a hated one if she devotes herself to something fully, with a complete focus. Subtle physchological techniques like slamming doors, droping something precisely at the moment when she is about to achieve perfection necessary for her growth and development, inapropriate laughter and many many more are used.
Why does it even matter? Because what is happening right under our nose is a psychological and spiritual abuse of women. Of people. Of humans. Of Homo Sapiens. You have to remember, from the study of abused and traumatized children, that the psyche of abused children is extremely sensitive. It is highly sensitized and charged. These poor people live in hell, feeling and being extremely intense without any possibility of benefitting at all from this sensitivity. Especially women, who remain abused children forever, have no privacy and no life. They are constantly intruded upon, abused, harshly spoken to, pushed over. Harassed. Harassed. Harassed. Harassment is a crime of murder against psyche. Men are guilty of murdering woman, in a thousand and one ways. These people live in an utmost and constant fear everywhere: at home, at work, on the street, at the parties, in the gym, at the store. There is NEVER, ever a time or a place when and where a woman is left alone or encouraged or healed! So, her psyche, like a psyche of any animal who lives with enemies and predators, it is highly entuned and highly sensitised. Poor human being, like in a Nazi camp. She is simply constantly watching out for danger. She cannot develop nor evolve. She is hysteric. She is hystericall. And do men feel bad for doing that to their sisters? No. They enjoy when she jumps in when he walks into the room. They enjoy her fear, her pain, her terror, her tremendous induced helplessness. This is all her life force. She is dying. This is like bleeding an animal daily. This is liek depriving a person of her right to life and being. Men stand for no abortion yet they steal life away, piec by piece from a fully evolved and born individual. They have committed crime against humanity and they intend not to desist from committing it. They rejoice when they make a woman get sick. On this alone, I rest my case. They are criminals who have never received a due justice. They are animals who are absolutely without consciousness and humanity.
They are very low in moral character and qualities and love to witness pain and agony of a woman.
They hate her with impecable and irreconcible hatred.
They feel a sense of entitlment ot her body and soul.
At any time anywhere any male to any female can order or give directive.
They are disrespectful, with murderous intent, hating, hyena-like pack of individuals, all tearing apart female kind. To trace the conclusion to these premises, simply go back and re-read what I have wrote previously.
Men love to project their own faults and insecurites on women. And they love to do it when a woman is seemingly alone or is busy living a life. Like vultures, they circle around a bleeding victim, waiting for it to make one mistake, one mistake that will cost it its life at the teeth of cowardly hyenas. Then, the vultures descent and tear the gentle and still warm meat of her bones. Women cannot retaliate, man knows, and his cowardly nature gets off on the fact that he could get away by choosing a weaker and unprotected helpless being to intimidate into submission. He then goes on to hang fauls onto her that are never her own and accuse her of things she has not done, until she looses a track of herself and becomes a scape goat for his faults, an anathema to herself and others. The example of that can be found in my account of the "Gym guy #2."
So, women. Empty and helpless brains. Anger and frustration. No knowledge.
No knowledge of biology.
No knowledge of chemistry.
No knowledge of physics.
No knowledge of own bodies.
No knowledge of own strengths.
No knowledge of skill.
No knowledge of own's self worth. And encouraged to remain so by men through a induction of psychological and physical punishements upon them. The concept of morality or propriety is somehow gets divorced when meets the fact of his tremendous abuse of the woman, in a man's mind. Like any primitive being, he believes that somehow, you can escape the consequences, somehow, a woman does not count, somehow, you can have your cake and eat it too. So long as she is not aware, it is all good. No consequence. Somehow. He does not feel bad. He does not care. He is narrow minded and completely and utterly self absorbed. A sickly species without longevity, he is truly superior is his self-deception and cruelty.
And he enjoys hearing the account of his abuse of women. He passes it on and retells it to the next generation, ensuring that the abuse will perpetuate and hold. He prides himself in strking a hungry, abused, weak adolescent and prides himself in depriving her of her future and life.
And the love of another man? How could anything else follow out of the premises that:
A. Male is superior, and
B. Female is a slave.
All that I have written so far on, stems from these. In fact, best put:
A. Male is superior and female is a slave.
B. Because God said so.
And if a God commands cruelty and destruction if he command to kill and commit jihad, or spill blood or supress or murder, is that "God"? Not in the human term of the word. He is more of a Feudalist lord, demanding the rite of the prima noche and his tithe.
And so, I bring to you disorganized but insightful reality, that I live day in and day out. The reality that you all live as well, but are unable to see because of the barriers that surround you and the smoke screens that are dissipated all around.
"Faggot" they say, but how about "woman." Constantly walking down the street, being assaulted, all because of the premises that you are: inferior, should serve, a walking pussy that is now not even wanted for sex but for babies only. How bad is that...
!
So, you are in the gym and you are working out. About 10 times guys come up and offer to show you how to work the machine.How humiliating to your intelligence and self. But you are used to be spoken down to, looked down to, and so you shoudl receive this with the gratitude, right? The Grand Male desires to help! Why does the grand male not mind his business instead of minding mine and insulting my intelligence?
Or,
I am in an empty gym, and there are two more pesons. I am reading the instructions for the work out machine. Behind me I hear voice that volunteers directions. Just like that. Without offering first to speak. Without letting me choose if I want his help or not. The voice did not even wait for me to turn around. He did not even give me a courtesy of 5 minutes! No. He has made that decision if I should receive his help or not, for me. Immediately, instantly, I am a female and therefore cannot read a fucking instruction for a 5 year old, and figure it out. The question arises: why does he think I need help? Why does he not think about my ego before insulting me and claiming I am unable to figure something out myself? Why does he get upset when I tell him I am ok. Why does he wait by, right behind my back, and as 2 minutes pass, sniffs and makes loud comments such as "ok, you'll see" and "fucking bitch" as if I owed it to him to accept his help! It seems that at least I owe him a ..response! Why does he even think about "helping"? And if he so wanted to help, why does he get upset when I tell him I am ok, but not gets upset as in sad, but gets upset as in "fucking bitch" and walks off to his buddies to tell them how much of a fucking bitch I am. Why does it bother guys when in the gym on a quiet day, with a half an hour of a work out allocated to me, I am peacefully reading the instructions and doing things my way? It bothers so much that often I see a hand grabbing the piece of equipment, and without an "excuse me" or an invitation on my part, they force the adjustment of the machine on me. It is apparent I do not want help. Sometimes after they repeatedly, gun-fire "excuse me" attempting to force my response and reaction, they come from behind and still proceed insist on "helping" me. They then physically invite themselves into my space and often force their "help" onto me. I SAID I DO NOT WANT IT. What is so difficult to understand? Do you know what disservice females that allow such behavior do other females? Such a great disservice that the punishment should be flagging. By accepting this "help" you teach the male to force you and to force others like you. You promote violence and enslavement of a female.
DO NOT ENCOURAGE THIS.
YOU TEACH THAT WHAT WE SAY IS IRRELEVANT, OUR WILL IS NAUGHT AND OUR SELVES ARE BUT HIS POSSESSIONS.
YES, EVERYTHING YOU DO AROUND THE MALE, UNTIL THE REALITY CHANGES, MATTERS AND GIVES OFF CIRCLES ON THE SURFACE OF THE LAKE. EVERY ALLOWANCE IS LIKE ONE MORE ROCK ON THE BOTTOM OF THE LAKE.
DO NOT.
Does it even matter what I say?
Why does anyone, but anyone anywhere if he is of a male gender, even in the United States of America, in the 21st century, pushes me, without knowing me, without having any previous engagement with me, on the street, looks angrily at me in the store if I don't move out of his way in a speed of light, him, him, superior HIM, to let him pass; why does he foregoe me in the line when I shop and steals my turn? Why does he think its fit to use a foreighn language with me and a tone of familiarity?No one knows me. And other women? No one knows them either, but they...they smile and move aside.
I will convery a story of their cowardice later, titled "Gym guy number two."
So, in the gym I finally get to work out. Finally, I fend off all the harassment. I defend myself against the encroachments onto my person. I move onto having my life and begin my work out. Already all worked up. And now, as I do my exercises, I feel all eyes on me. I am lifting a weight! Goodness me! I am lifting a weight! I am lifting it for more than 2 seconds! Oh God! Women are not allowed to build the muscles... They cannot! They must not! There is an expectation of ours being skinny and pretty, both are crippling enough. A skinny person is weak and sickly, a "prety" is defined as frozen, artificial and to other but- man's standard. So, a woman must be either pretty and skinny, or an old hag, or a relative for her to have a right to existence. The grand fuck issues it, you see. None of the above visit the gym.
And if I come in to work out?
I must be an abomination.
A mutation. The fact that there is a natural muscle alighnment in me, natural hair growth on my body, is overlooked. How can I be unnatural if I am natural? Since when numerous restrictive actions have become "natural" if they are, by definition designed to prevent natural development?..There are many preventions of natural development that a male imposes upon a female.
Shame, as a preventor of woman action, is a big one. The shame prevention is instituted in women at all places, strategic to evolution places. Like one places cloth pins on the cloth to hang it and keep it on spot, patriarchy uses pins on women by clipping their minds through suppression of psyche and body. Their soul becomes desolate and dead through these manipulation. And when a focus is on one aspect, how can it be on another aspect? If I am supposed to be dainty and pretty, how can I have a healthy body? That requires proper nutrition, exercise, and most importantly knowledge of one's body. That means one needs to know what one can do and cannot do. What are these muscles.
One needs to know one's functions. Farting. Shitting. Eating. Scratching. Hair. Fucking. Masturbating. All these are taboos for women. And in the gym? How often you see them wear make up and tons of perfume and deodarant? And how about spitting, or sweating or farting, all arise when an intense work out is in place? So, as a result women never reach the intense work out level. And how self-consious they are! Watched, watched, and once more, watched they are. There are strict gradations of do's and don'ts. Lifting weight, really looking in the mirror on one's building muscles mass, enjoying oneself and giving oneself to the work out is not allowed. Men prohibit the concentration by constantly using the tricks that irritate the psyche of a woman, and force her mind to return to the self-consiousness and being shy. This way two things are accomplished.
1. Men succeed in preventing women from evolving,
and
2. Steal their attention, through self-consiousness and desire to get away from onself, and fear of male's dissaproval and seeking of his approval, onto themselves. Also, woman is constantly assaulted by a self-check:
am I sexy?
Will they get mad?
Will they punish me as a result of their getting mad because I was not sexy at some point in time?
This check and corresponding fears stem from an improperly imposed criteria upon her, where absolutely absurd standards of behavor are expected. These standards are designed to preserve her as "sexy," "feminine," and...weak. Because the objective is to keep her weak, stupid, obedient and available, the "standards" are put in place. How cruel. How inhumane! You would not believe it, but apparently a human man expects of "his" human woman the same obedience he expects of his dog! These standards remove any type of behavior that is independent, pleasant to a woman or encouraging of her growth and development. So, a woman is self-consious because she is worried about violating a thousand and one tabooes of acting and appearing. Among those are numerous divisions: eating a certain way, drinking a certain way, appearing a certain way... Woman's time and person is highly tabooed and restricted, whereas any natural self-arising action becomes simply impossible.
A woman is also watched from the outside. She is "encouraged" by an introduction of the posistive enforcement and negative reenforcement to act and look a certain way. Various open statements from "bitch, you're too pushy" or "you're a superman now" or "what's that?" and many many more are made to her if she attempts to become a real, organic human being or to simply enjoy herself. She is especially a hated one if she devotes herself to something fully, with a complete focus. Subtle physchological techniques like slamming doors, droping something precisely at the moment when she is about to achieve perfection necessary for her growth and development, inapropriate laughter and many many more are used.
Why does it even matter? Because what is happening right under our nose is a psychological and spiritual abuse of women. Of people. Of humans. Of Homo Sapiens. You have to remember, from the study of abused and traumatized children, that the psyche of abused children is extremely sensitive. It is highly sensitized and charged. These poor people live in hell, feeling and being extremely intense without any possibility of benefitting at all from this sensitivity. Especially women, who remain abused children forever, have no privacy and no life. They are constantly intruded upon, abused, harshly spoken to, pushed over. Harassed. Harassed. Harassed. Harassment is a crime of murder against psyche. Men are guilty of murdering woman, in a thousand and one ways. These people live in an utmost and constant fear everywhere: at home, at work, on the street, at the parties, in the gym, at the store. There is NEVER, ever a time or a place when and where a woman is left alone or encouraged or healed! So, her psyche, like a psyche of any animal who lives with enemies and predators, it is highly entuned and highly sensitised. Poor human being, like in a Nazi camp. She is simply constantly watching out for danger. She cannot develop nor evolve. She is hysteric. She is hystericall. And do men feel bad for doing that to their sisters? No. They enjoy when she jumps in when he walks into the room. They enjoy her fear, her pain, her terror, her tremendous induced helplessness. This is all her life force. She is dying. This is like bleeding an animal daily. This is liek depriving a person of her right to life and being. Men stand for no abortion yet they steal life away, piec by piece from a fully evolved and born individual. They have committed crime against humanity and they intend not to desist from committing it. They rejoice when they make a woman get sick. On this alone, I rest my case. They are criminals who have never received a due justice. They are animals who are absolutely without consciousness and humanity.
They are very low in moral character and qualities and love to witness pain and agony of a woman.
They hate her with impecable and irreconcible hatred.
They feel a sense of entitlment ot her body and soul.
At any time anywhere any male to any female can order or give directive.
They are disrespectful, with murderous intent, hating, hyena-like pack of individuals, all tearing apart female kind. To trace the conclusion to these premises, simply go back and re-read what I have wrote previously.
Men love to project their own faults and insecurites on women. And they love to do it when a woman is seemingly alone or is busy living a life. Like vultures, they circle around a bleeding victim, waiting for it to make one mistake, one mistake that will cost it its life at the teeth of cowardly hyenas. Then, the vultures descent and tear the gentle and still warm meat of her bones. Women cannot retaliate, man knows, and his cowardly nature gets off on the fact that he could get away by choosing a weaker and unprotected helpless being to intimidate into submission. He then goes on to hang fauls onto her that are never her own and accuse her of things she has not done, until she looses a track of herself and becomes a scape goat for his faults, an anathema to herself and others. The example of that can be found in my account of the "Gym guy #2."
So, women. Empty and helpless brains. Anger and frustration. No knowledge.
No knowledge of biology.
No knowledge of chemistry.
No knowledge of physics.
No knowledge of own bodies.
No knowledge of own strengths.
No knowledge of skill.
No knowledge of own's self worth. And encouraged to remain so by men through a induction of psychological and physical punishements upon them. The concept of morality or propriety is somehow gets divorced when meets the fact of his tremendous abuse of the woman, in a man's mind. Like any primitive being, he believes that somehow, you can escape the consequences, somehow, a woman does not count, somehow, you can have your cake and eat it too. So long as she is not aware, it is all good. No consequence. Somehow. He does not feel bad. He does not care. He is narrow minded and completely and utterly self absorbed. A sickly species without longevity, he is truly superior is his self-deception and cruelty.
And he enjoys hearing the account of his abuse of women. He passes it on and retells it to the next generation, ensuring that the abuse will perpetuate and hold. He prides himself in strking a hungry, abused, weak adolescent and prides himself in depriving her of her future and life.
And the love of another man? How could anything else follow out of the premises that:
A. Male is superior, and
B. Female is a slave.
All that I have written so far on, stems from these. In fact, best put:
A. Male is superior and female is a slave.
B. Because God said so.
And if a God commands cruelty and destruction if he command to kill and commit jihad, or spill blood or supress or murder, is that "God"? Not in the human term of the word. He is more of a Feudalist lord, demanding the rite of the prima noche and his tithe.
A collection of deragatory terms used for "wo(e)-men"
BITCH BITCH HOE HOE SLUT BITCH HOE SLUT COW CHICK BITCH SLUT LACTATING MAMMAL ANIMAL HOE SLUT BITCH BITCH BOOB SLUT BABYMAKER BABY-MAKER "LADY" BITCH SLUT "LADY" SKUNK DINTZ STUPID BLONDE
WHORE; BROAD; AIRHEAD; DITZ; SKANK; TRAMP; CUNT; DYKE
WHORE; BROAD; AIRHEAD; DITZ; SKANK; TRAMP; CUNT; DYKE
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Unsafe New York: Part Twenty Four
"GET IN ALREADY": OR A SLAMMED DOOR ON MY SHOUDERS AND WRISTS
My adventurous day of November 2nd was coming to an end. Check for previous adventures on the "Democracy" blog. I was now boarding the "V" train to take it to 14th street. The train doors were opening when I got to the station. I walked over to the conductor and asked him if the train was going uptown. "Yes" he confirmed. He looked me up and down and dissaprovingly nodded his head. I then walked over to the door and as I entered, got the doors slammed on my lower arms. I pushed harder and the doors opened; they then got slammed on my shoulders. I stood there, hurt and bruised, and wondered when this would stop. "Common already. Get in!" yelled at me the MTA employee. Since when did the employee of the MTA, there to drive a train, got a right to slam the doors on my body, bruising it, and spealing to me with familiarity bespeaking a close acquintance? Why is it that when I walked into the train, no one looked? Why was it that women were looking down and looking sadly. Why was it that no one, BUT NO ONE asked me if I was ok, if I was hurt, expressed their displeasure and shock at this treatment? Why did I have to wake up this morning with bruised on my wrists and shoulders?
Instead of an abusive boyfriend I know have a CONDUCTOR to abuse me?!
My adventurous day of November 2nd was coming to an end. Check for previous adventures on the "Democracy" blog. I was now boarding the "V" train to take it to 14th street. The train doors were opening when I got to the station. I walked over to the conductor and asked him if the train was going uptown. "Yes" he confirmed. He looked me up and down and dissaprovingly nodded his head. I then walked over to the door and as I entered, got the doors slammed on my lower arms. I pushed harder and the doors opened; they then got slammed on my shoulders. I stood there, hurt and bruised, and wondered when this would stop. "Common already. Get in!" yelled at me the MTA employee. Since when did the employee of the MTA, there to drive a train, got a right to slam the doors on my body, bruising it, and spealing to me with familiarity bespeaking a close acquintance? Why is it that when I walked into the train, no one looked? Why was it that women were looking down and looking sadly. Why was it that no one, BUT NO ONE asked me if I was ok, if I was hurt, expressed their displeasure and shock at this treatment? Why did I have to wake up this morning with bruised on my wrists and shoulders?
Instead of an abusive boyfriend I know have a CONDUCTOR to abuse me?!
FALSE DICHOTOMY
It is:
*Presenting one with a false choice: a choice that is between two "alternatives" that are non-existent. These alternatives are focused on and created rather than being there. They are extremes, or have been yanked out of the context and falsely opposed.
*An example would be to say "if you are not with us, you are against us." No. You could have not even considered what YOU are interested in. And you may never need to.
*A favorite weapon of the patriarchy and power-mongers.
After all, just because it is relevant to you, it does not mean it relevant to me. At all, perhaps. Perhaps I am not even in the picture of this opposition. Ever considered?
*What is wrong with this.
To force my attention to go there is using force, and deceit, and basically getting off regardless of my protest, choice and the reality of the situation.
*Presenting one with a false choice: a choice that is between two "alternatives" that are non-existent. These alternatives are focused on and created rather than being there. They are extremes, or have been yanked out of the context and falsely opposed.
*An example would be to say "if you are not with us, you are against us." No. You could have not even considered what YOU are interested in. And you may never need to.
*A favorite weapon of the patriarchy and power-mongers.
After all, just because it is relevant to you, it does not mean it relevant to me. At all, perhaps. Perhaps I am not even in the picture of this opposition. Ever considered?
*What is wrong with this.
To force my attention to go there is using force, and deceit, and basically getting off regardless of my protest, choice and the reality of the situation.
The Screwed Up Perceptions
Do you notice how women walk in NYC? They are completely and utterly oblivious to reality. They walk right through you. They have no sense of direction. Their eyes are wide open and senseless. Their mouths are gaping. They look like overworked farm animals. I used to think they were tough and that is they walked right through people. Until I tested my theory and threw out a couple of moves that could have been dangerous to their lives if I was a little less in control of my body, person and the space around me. I was shocked to know that they are completely and utterly self-unaware and unaware of space and time around them. I was greatly saddened by this treatment of women. When I encountered one of my examples, a small, 5 foot woman on heels that measured to about half a foot, and were stillehotes, claded in a tight skirt that limited the movements of her legs by limiting the extent of a step she could take, complete with big and swinging earings that could get entangled with something has she had a head on collision for which she was now heading. She has walked right through me, with ehr heavy bags. I, in my heavy boots, and worked out body received the impact well. She, however, bounced off as a ball and her bags fell. I had to catch this stupid sucker before she fell over backwards and broke her head on a concrete, swaying off her stillehotoes. She would probably just end up breaking a small bone or two in her ass, nonetheless. Did this asshole say "thank you"? How could she, she really was convinced that she..did nothing wrong. She looked around herslef in a haze and after finding her bags zigzagged off to head for another collision, with a much less understanding creature. Space perception? Ha! Self realization is space? What! This is reserved for the boyz club, cursed these assholes be.
So, the spatial perception and what is it. Besides the obvious developmental history- read the chapter of evolution, spatial perception is enhanced by exercises, proper positioning in space and time. And a woman is positioned outside of both, subjected to man's whim and will. She has no right to speak up against uncomfortable cloth, she has no right to speak up agaisnt uncomfortable treatement, bad and damaging to her health and body food, poor and disresepctful attitude towards her in public spaces. Correspondingly, she is not really here, in reality while being here, in reality, In other words, she has been so brain washed and abused and manipulated, that she is a complete stranger to her own self and mind and body. She is therefore, dangerous, not only to herself, but to others as well. She creates disstabilization and discomfort, unpleasant tension and outright danger to life and limb. And all that for what? Why? How is this allowed?!
Why do I observe this? Because I am highly organized, and reasonably ordered form of life of a specific and proud though abused family of Homo Sapiens. I always walk at a normal speed on the right hand side. I usually take utmost lane, and walk straight. And these women, walking in zigzags, perhaps pursued by the sound of bitches and hoes reverberrating in their ears forever, howled at by the guys who happen to feel like harassing them because they can, and everywhere and anywhere carrying uncsonscious memory of their little worth and lowered self-worth based on reality treatment of a low pay, abuse at work, sexual abuse at work and in life, mental manipulation and physical prohibitons, cheatings of their partners, hassles at public place, harassment everywhere, prohibitions of societal judgements against speaking up and speaking back, physical restraints that are health damaging, mind crippling, hungry minds and souls and bodies, beat up, bleeding, they walk off and into things, away, away, away, until the very meaning of "away" looses its sense, until the world stops existing, until the pain subsides, until the mind stops racing and dies. There is so little to hang on to, there is so little they are allowed, so little truth encouraged in their lives, so enslaved, so enslaved, so denied their position as slaves and made to support the imagery of an equality that does not exists. Like little kittens in the hands of teenage boys, abused, abused, abused, harassed, harassed, harassed, hassled, hassled, hassled, pursued by the sticks - the images, tossed stones of the content of ads that seem to scream "not think enough! not sexy enough! not groomed enough! not dead enough! not submissive enough!", pointed to, gestrued at, spoken at, smiles, smiles, smirks, smirks, hate, hate, hate, they still walk. they still walk. they still walk until they bump. until they fall untill they die until they are dead they walk and walk and walk and walk and die. It's ok, poor sucker, I"ll catch you. But I won't be there all the time, you know. You gotta learn to walk on your own! I am a child that was forced to become a man too early, no father, no brother, no mother, no lover, no sister, no food, no money, no warmth, no love, nothing, nothing but the predators around, all around false smiles, and false hands, false people, people that smile at me and stab a knife into your back, your thin, paper thin tiny hard working back. God, God, oh God. I will grow up. I will. I am growing up.
A man at the same situation even if he bumped into me, would do it as a maneuver, He would know the potential impact. The woman, you, woman, do you observe him and imitate him? Imitation is not reality. The knowledge that he has you will not obtain by imitation but only by traversing the path and knowing the meaning. They see and like children, repeat. My little poor cripples and creeps. What world. Without knowing man's motives - you repeat the maneuvers of your sisters, producing secondary and sick reality. You are searching the way out of pain ,out of nightmare, out, out, out. I am here sick, and I have to catch you. Father, Mother, anything, is there justice? Is there anybody out there? Oh, God, Oh My God.
So, the spatial perception and what is it. Besides the obvious developmental history- read the chapter of evolution, spatial perception is enhanced by exercises, proper positioning in space and time. And a woman is positioned outside of both, subjected to man's whim and will. She has no right to speak up against uncomfortable cloth, she has no right to speak up agaisnt uncomfortable treatement, bad and damaging to her health and body food, poor and disresepctful attitude towards her in public spaces. Correspondingly, she is not really here, in reality while being here, in reality, In other words, she has been so brain washed and abused and manipulated, that she is a complete stranger to her own self and mind and body. She is therefore, dangerous, not only to herself, but to others as well. She creates disstabilization and discomfort, unpleasant tension and outright danger to life and limb. And all that for what? Why? How is this allowed?!
Why do I observe this? Because I am highly organized, and reasonably ordered form of life of a specific and proud though abused family of Homo Sapiens. I always walk at a normal speed on the right hand side. I usually take utmost lane, and walk straight. And these women, walking in zigzags, perhaps pursued by the sound of bitches and hoes reverberrating in their ears forever, howled at by the guys who happen to feel like harassing them because they can, and everywhere and anywhere carrying uncsonscious memory of their little worth and lowered self-worth based on reality treatment of a low pay, abuse at work, sexual abuse at work and in life, mental manipulation and physical prohibitons, cheatings of their partners, hassles at public place, harassment everywhere, prohibitions of societal judgements against speaking up and speaking back, physical restraints that are health damaging, mind crippling, hungry minds and souls and bodies, beat up, bleeding, they walk off and into things, away, away, away, until the very meaning of "away" looses its sense, until the world stops existing, until the pain subsides, until the mind stops racing and dies. There is so little to hang on to, there is so little they are allowed, so little truth encouraged in their lives, so enslaved, so enslaved, so denied their position as slaves and made to support the imagery of an equality that does not exists. Like little kittens in the hands of teenage boys, abused, abused, abused, harassed, harassed, harassed, hassled, hassled, hassled, pursued by the sticks - the images, tossed stones of the content of ads that seem to scream "not think enough! not sexy enough! not groomed enough! not dead enough! not submissive enough!", pointed to, gestrued at, spoken at, smiles, smiles, smirks, smirks, hate, hate, hate, they still walk. they still walk. they still walk until they bump. until they fall untill they die until they are dead they walk and walk and walk and walk and die. It's ok, poor sucker, I"ll catch you. But I won't be there all the time, you know. You gotta learn to walk on your own! I am a child that was forced to become a man too early, no father, no brother, no mother, no lover, no sister, no food, no money, no warmth, no love, nothing, nothing but the predators around, all around false smiles, and false hands, false people, people that smile at me and stab a knife into your back, your thin, paper thin tiny hard working back. God, God, oh God. I will grow up. I will. I am growing up.
A man at the same situation even if he bumped into me, would do it as a maneuver, He would know the potential impact. The woman, you, woman, do you observe him and imitate him? Imitation is not reality. The knowledge that he has you will not obtain by imitation but only by traversing the path and knowing the meaning. They see and like children, repeat. My little poor cripples and creeps. What world. Without knowing man's motives - you repeat the maneuvers of your sisters, producing secondary and sick reality. You are searching the way out of pain ,out of nightmare, out, out, out. I am here sick, and I have to catch you. Father, Mother, anything, is there justice? Is there anybody out there? Oh, God, Oh My God.
Unsafe New York: Part Twenty Three
HEY, DID YOU "FINISH": OR A TRAFFIC COP
Still, on November 20th, the day of the "hoe and the spit" as I was walking away being a hoe and a bitch, and having my direction being spat in, I walked over to the interviewing for a position in a cafe. The hoe and the bitch had to eat, and for that she needed a job, she needed to exist so that the boyz club could continue to spew its enormous hatred and blame shifting game on her, she needed to be so that she could be told to shut the fuck off and rebuffed for being from another country. The hoe was needed, as a place holder, as a garbage collector of male's hatred, a punching bag for his anger, and a scape goat for his mistakes. This was a sacred function of the hoe. And she was going to perform it. She also had to live to see men pushing other women around, hurting them, discriminating against them and dictating them against their own Sacred Will. She needed to witness the death threats, the abuse, the humiliation, the dehumanization, the abuse.
So, the hoe got to the cafe and after having made an inquiry for the owner and having received the response that she was not yet in, I, the HOE, went outside to stand by, to chill out and catch my breath. I stood and shook, internally and externally, from cold and from insult, for me and for them. I was crying inwardly.
Why? I kept asking myself.
Why?
Why do they get away with murdering us and humiliating us?
"Yo, wow, check this out, son, look at that. Hey, hey, are you "done" yet? Have you "finished" yet? I want to see you cum...(:come)" - I heard the exchange. One guy interjected another. The suggestions to "cum down" were repeated. Followed by merry, juicy laughter. "Look at that, man, hard working at that too! Gonna polish it or what? "Finish" already!" I was at first deeply emersed into my grief, but the insesant referencing and loud laugheter and hooting got my attention. I wasn't sure what to make of it. "Who could they be talking to?" I asked myself. I looked up. To my right, there were two Black guys walking away, roaring with laughter. I traced their eyes and direction of their speech.
To my immediate left.
To my immediate left there stood a ...cop. A traffic cop. A traffic police officer. She stood there and wrote out a ticket to a guy parked for the past 10 minutes by the fire hydrant. She did not look up. Her small, neatly clad figure expressed dignity. I could tell that even thought she was holding herself, she shook inwardly. Her dark skin was well groomed and she was handsome in a working class way. She took care of herself and her job, she was neat and organized. She was prabaly enrolled for some college credits in a local school. Her lower lip was severely bit, and her pen steady. She was strongly built below this uniform, and she was doing her job. She probably could lift and bench, and protect if necessary. She most probably had a family, and maybe a daughter who had two amazing kinky braids, tied in pink ribbons. She had a back pack with a Little Mermaid painted on it, and a lunch box with Cinderella. Maybe she did not have a daughter, maybe she was just proudly out of the Academy, and had her Diploma on the wall, lamenated. Maybe she did not even have that. Maybe she graduated a long time ago and was a proud police officer, serving us and our community. And she was doing her job well. She was receiving her salary not in vain. And the guys continued embrassing her to the whole street. She stood there, absolutely calm, unruffled, though I could tell she tremored inside. She has finished writing out the ticket and now has placed it on the window shield of the car. I heard "finished yet" and "yo, yo, what are you doing" and added under their smelly breath was: bitch. An approaching dread-locked guy was hurrying towards the car. He grabbed the ticket and made some comments in a dialect I did not understand. The police officer looked at him, put her note pad and her pen away, then straightened out her unifrom, and faced the to look at the guy,
- at her 5'3, she was a sight to behold, standing absolutely calm and unruffled, standing up in front of this 6 foot something, massively tricepted creature with nasty barred teeth. She stood there and looked at him, and then she calmly and composed walked away. She glanced at me as she passed by, and I felt the shudder. I put my head down in shame and regretted not looking away sooner, but I was spellbound by her. And now, now she knew that I saw her shame. We shared in this shameful knowledge, and I was sorry that it had to happen. But she had nothing to feel sorry about. She did everything right. She was the man. She made me and my race proud. She made us all proud that day, when she would not look down and not shake. She, and her diploma, and her daughter, and her community, and the entire city, fuck, the entire country is a better place for officers like her. I salute you, oh unknown servant, who loyaly and staunchly opposed the oppresion and the humiliation. I salute you, a woman to woman, and I salute you, a human being, to human being. And I thank you for letting me see you and what you have to live through, daily, day after day. I will not forget.
She has passed and I look at my watch, Then I drank some water. I was still yet to interview. And it looked like it was time.
Still, on November 20th, the day of the "hoe and the spit" as I was walking away being a hoe and a bitch, and having my direction being spat in, I walked over to the interviewing for a position in a cafe. The hoe and the bitch had to eat, and for that she needed a job, she needed to exist so that the boyz club could continue to spew its enormous hatred and blame shifting game on her, she needed to be so that she could be told to shut the fuck off and rebuffed for being from another country. The hoe was needed, as a place holder, as a garbage collector of male's hatred, a punching bag for his anger, and a scape goat for his mistakes. This was a sacred function of the hoe. And she was going to perform it. She also had to live to see men pushing other women around, hurting them, discriminating against them and dictating them against their own Sacred Will. She needed to witness the death threats, the abuse, the humiliation, the dehumanization, the abuse.
So, the hoe got to the cafe and after having made an inquiry for the owner and having received the response that she was not yet in, I, the HOE, went outside to stand by, to chill out and catch my breath. I stood and shook, internally and externally, from cold and from insult, for me and for them. I was crying inwardly.
Why? I kept asking myself.
Why?
Why do they get away with murdering us and humiliating us?
"Yo, wow, check this out, son, look at that. Hey, hey, are you "done" yet? Have you "finished" yet? I want to see you cum...(:come)" - I heard the exchange. One guy interjected another. The suggestions to "cum down" were repeated. Followed by merry, juicy laughter. "Look at that, man, hard working at that too! Gonna polish it or what? "Finish" already!" I was at first deeply emersed into my grief, but the insesant referencing and loud laugheter and hooting got my attention. I wasn't sure what to make of it. "Who could they be talking to?" I asked myself. I looked up. To my right, there were two Black guys walking away, roaring with laughter. I traced their eyes and direction of their speech.
To my immediate left.
To my immediate left there stood a ...cop. A traffic cop. A traffic police officer. She stood there and wrote out a ticket to a guy parked for the past 10 minutes by the fire hydrant. She did not look up. Her small, neatly clad figure expressed dignity. I could tell that even thought she was holding herself, she shook inwardly. Her dark skin was well groomed and she was handsome in a working class way. She took care of herself and her job, she was neat and organized. She was prabaly enrolled for some college credits in a local school. Her lower lip was severely bit, and her pen steady. She was strongly built below this uniform, and she was doing her job. She probably could lift and bench, and protect if necessary. She most probably had a family, and maybe a daughter who had two amazing kinky braids, tied in pink ribbons. She had a back pack with a Little Mermaid painted on it, and a lunch box with Cinderella. Maybe she did not have a daughter, maybe she was just proudly out of the Academy, and had her Diploma on the wall, lamenated. Maybe she did not even have that. Maybe she graduated a long time ago and was a proud police officer, serving us and our community. And she was doing her job well. She was receiving her salary not in vain. And the guys continued embrassing her to the whole street. She stood there, absolutely calm, unruffled, though I could tell she tremored inside. She has finished writing out the ticket and now has placed it on the window shield of the car. I heard "finished yet" and "yo, yo, what are you doing" and added under their smelly breath was: bitch. An approaching dread-locked guy was hurrying towards the car. He grabbed the ticket and made some comments in a dialect I did not understand. The police officer looked at him, put her note pad and her pen away, then straightened out her unifrom, and faced the to look at the guy,
- at her 5'3, she was a sight to behold, standing absolutely calm and unruffled, standing up in front of this 6 foot something, massively tricepted creature with nasty barred teeth. She stood there and looked at him, and then she calmly and composed walked away. She glanced at me as she passed by, and I felt the shudder. I put my head down in shame and regretted not looking away sooner, but I was spellbound by her. And now, now she knew that I saw her shame. We shared in this shameful knowledge, and I was sorry that it had to happen. But she had nothing to feel sorry about. She did everything right. She was the man. She made me and my race proud. She made us all proud that day, when she would not look down and not shake. She, and her diploma, and her daughter, and her community, and the entire city, fuck, the entire country is a better place for officers like her. I salute you, oh unknown servant, who loyaly and staunchly opposed the oppresion and the humiliation. I salute you, a woman to woman, and I salute you, a human being, to human being. And I thank you for letting me see you and what you have to live through, daily, day after day. I will not forget.
She has passed and I look at my watch, Then I drank some water. I was still yet to interview. And it looked like it was time.
Unsafe New York: Part Twenty Two
BITCH, HOE, HO YOU, YO:OR DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO SPELL?
It was November 21st. I was standing on the corner of 25th and 5, waiting for my scheduled interview to happen (about 30 min wait, I gave myself extra time). I was bored but not for a long. My ear was caught by some enticing music. I listened and started to enjoy the lovely lyrics and the enticing beat of a local corner music store. For the extent of that time (full half an hour), the gentleman responsible for the music arrangement (a boombox standing by the store, and put on "max" sound level) played about 6 songs, all of them theming: "GET THE HOE", with a lovely couplet: "BITCH, BITCH, BITCH." The tone of the music was very angry: no bitch in specific was mentioned, just The Bitch, and the necessity of getting her, stripping her and hitting her. The Bitch must be put in her place. The song promised that once you get the bitch, and punish her, all your problems will magically become ok. The singer sounded hopeful. The music played on as I hung around on the corner and waited for time to pass.
As time went by and I got bored, I listened in to the lyrics some more, and realized that it was the theme of every song and that not a specific woman was called out for her heinious crimes but a woman in general: fucking whore (because a woman), stupid bitch (because a woman), and a ho (because a woman). That woman seemed to be a cause of discontent, because she...was a woman! The streets shook from a high base and my subconscious slowly got infiltrated and then imbued with a vageu but certain sense of guilt, a sense of worthlisness and despair I never felt before. I looked at the guy who was enjoying himself and singing along. His lips were pressed tightly together, and he hi-fived the passer-bys, many a decent looking guy, mostly black or Hispanic in origin, all of whom nodded to the music and darted angry looks at the passing by females. Their eyes bespoke such hatred, I shook inwardly and did not know why. The wave hit me a couple of times as well. I swallowed and listened on.
The music played on and on, reviving the ancient deep hatred of our race, invoking thoughts of murder and oppression in the passing by males. Each and every female that passed by was very uncomfortable, some looked at the guy with a plea - turn it off! the plea of a human being to stop promoting hate and violence against their innocent little person, and were ALL met with his despising hateful eyes. A few times he whispered something incoherrent and spat. Some tiny asian female got pushed over by a medium sized guy in a business suit; she and her little dog were harshly swept away by his strong hand to the curb, her little dog the woman hid behind her leg, little dog pressing its paw to itself, out of evil's way, but the guy still stepped on its tiny paw. Now the little dog was making a tiny sound and pressing to itself its small paw. The tiny woman was distraught. She was dressed smartly and her hair was in order, it was obsvious she took great care to look and feel the best, she was young and proffessional. Her lips started dancing and my heart fell. My sister, my sister was being abused right in front of my eyes, and there was nothing, nothing I could do right there and then. The guy peered into her face 'till she humbly smiled and put her head down. I shook inside and felt my small fists: What could I do? I watched the guy watch her and smile with great satisfaction. The hoe got her share, eh, bro? He walked away after tossing a glance over to the music guy. The woman stood, then patted her dog, and the two slowly veered off.
I went up to the guy and asked him what was the name of the performer. "Dazy" he said with great pride, massaging the cover of some CD. "Dazy?" I asked. Often people are confused by my English knowledge and assume I have assimiliated all the nuances. I have not. Enlgish is a tough cookie and I still get thrown off by it. The American accent is not natural for me and I wouyld rather not do it. And now, I had no idea how to spell that. "How do you spell this please?" I asked him. He looked at me in shock. He stood there gapping at me for an extent of a few minutes. "?"!"
-"I am not from here originally, and don't know how to spell this correctly." I explained. The crooked smile came over the man's face. "Hmm, you don't know how to spell?..." He measured me up and down. There was some CD laying on top of the boombox. I looked at it. There was some name of some DJ on it. It was written in script, graffitti like, and I could not quiet make it out.
-"Perhaps this is the spelling," I inquired friendly, yet again, straining my foreighn eyes that often were reminded that they were not born in this country and therefore should not be here...to see the writings. The genlteman leaned over me. He was looking at me with utter despisement. "That, that?" he pointed a finger to the name I was suggesting to be the name of the performer. "Is that it? he demanded, pressing on me, intimidating me and pushing me into the corner. "I, I don't know." I was scared. "Is that how you spell "Dazy"?" he demanded. "I.." He grabbed a CD out of my hand and made the sound louder. "Could you please tell me how to spell it?" "No." The guy refused. He spat and measured me up and down. Did he really work there and did he really mean that? I stood there and wondered what to do. I just now got insulted and mistreated.
First, my gender.
]Then, for my nationality. Perhaps, the color of my hat? And under it, my shaved head? Why did he act this way with me? Why is it justified to act this way with any stranger who makes an inquiry? The women are cheaper by a dozen, and an insult to us is no biggie.
I sadly walked away to my interview. What if I played "that nigger" or "that spik" or "that kike" or "that guinea"? What is I made a song on a "faggot" and played it? What if I mentioned a couple of factual national or racial traits in my song? What would happen to me then? And women? They can be abused, spat on, and sang indecent and promoting violence songs, about?Are my people, there in God's world only for you to make money off of them and associate them with things you hate? We did not throw baby boys into the Ganges river, burnt the widowers on funeral pyres, and bound men's feet, made them do triple work for single underpay and in all possible ways humiliated them and made them feel worhtless pieces of meat. And it is we that are at fault? How is that you violate us and then accuse us of violating something? When do we have time? When do have the strength? When do we have the resources? We are still making it from the undercurrents of Ganges...
What is it that you have to make us believe we are such bitches and hoes and we have not done a single wrong thing?
It was November 21st. I was standing on the corner of 25th and 5, waiting for my scheduled interview to happen (about 30 min wait, I gave myself extra time). I was bored but not for a long. My ear was caught by some enticing music. I listened and started to enjoy the lovely lyrics and the enticing beat of a local corner music store. For the extent of that time (full half an hour), the gentleman responsible for the music arrangement (a boombox standing by the store, and put on "max" sound level) played about 6 songs, all of them theming: "GET THE HOE", with a lovely couplet: "BITCH, BITCH, BITCH." The tone of the music was very angry: no bitch in specific was mentioned, just The Bitch, and the necessity of getting her, stripping her and hitting her. The Bitch must be put in her place. The song promised that once you get the bitch, and punish her, all your problems will magically become ok. The singer sounded hopeful. The music played on as I hung around on the corner and waited for time to pass.
As time went by and I got bored, I listened in to the lyrics some more, and realized that it was the theme of every song and that not a specific woman was called out for her heinious crimes but a woman in general: fucking whore (because a woman), stupid bitch (because a woman), and a ho (because a woman). That woman seemed to be a cause of discontent, because she...was a woman! The streets shook from a high base and my subconscious slowly got infiltrated and then imbued with a vageu but certain sense of guilt, a sense of worthlisness and despair I never felt before. I looked at the guy who was enjoying himself and singing along. His lips were pressed tightly together, and he hi-fived the passer-bys, many a decent looking guy, mostly black or Hispanic in origin, all of whom nodded to the music and darted angry looks at the passing by females. Their eyes bespoke such hatred, I shook inwardly and did not know why. The wave hit me a couple of times as well. I swallowed and listened on.
The music played on and on, reviving the ancient deep hatred of our race, invoking thoughts of murder and oppression in the passing by males. Each and every female that passed by was very uncomfortable, some looked at the guy with a plea - turn it off! the plea of a human being to stop promoting hate and violence against their innocent little person, and were ALL met with his despising hateful eyes. A few times he whispered something incoherrent and spat. Some tiny asian female got pushed over by a medium sized guy in a business suit; she and her little dog were harshly swept away by his strong hand to the curb, her little dog the woman hid behind her leg, little dog pressing its paw to itself, out of evil's way, but the guy still stepped on its tiny paw. Now the little dog was making a tiny sound and pressing to itself its small paw. The tiny woman was distraught. She was dressed smartly and her hair was in order, it was obsvious she took great care to look and feel the best, she was young and proffessional. Her lips started dancing and my heart fell. My sister, my sister was being abused right in front of my eyes, and there was nothing, nothing I could do right there and then. The guy peered into her face 'till she humbly smiled and put her head down. I shook inside and felt my small fists: What could I do? I watched the guy watch her and smile with great satisfaction. The hoe got her share, eh, bro? He walked away after tossing a glance over to the music guy. The woman stood, then patted her dog, and the two slowly veered off.
I went up to the guy and asked him what was the name of the performer. "Dazy" he said with great pride, massaging the cover of some CD. "Dazy?" I asked. Often people are confused by my English knowledge and assume I have assimiliated all the nuances. I have not. Enlgish is a tough cookie and I still get thrown off by it. The American accent is not natural for me and I wouyld rather not do it. And now, I had no idea how to spell that. "How do you spell this please?" I asked him. He looked at me in shock. He stood there gapping at me for an extent of a few minutes. "?"!"
-"I am not from here originally, and don't know how to spell this correctly." I explained. The crooked smile came over the man's face. "Hmm, you don't know how to spell?..." He measured me up and down. There was some CD laying on top of the boombox. I looked at it. There was some name of some DJ on it. It was written in script, graffitti like, and I could not quiet make it out.
-"Perhaps this is the spelling," I inquired friendly, yet again, straining my foreighn eyes that often were reminded that they were not born in this country and therefore should not be here...to see the writings. The genlteman leaned over me. He was looking at me with utter despisement. "That, that?" he pointed a finger to the name I was suggesting to be the name of the performer. "Is that it? he demanded, pressing on me, intimidating me and pushing me into the corner. "I, I don't know." I was scared. "Is that how you spell "Dazy"?" he demanded. "I.." He grabbed a CD out of my hand and made the sound louder. "Could you please tell me how to spell it?" "No." The guy refused. He spat and measured me up and down. Did he really work there and did he really mean that? I stood there and wondered what to do. I just now got insulted and mistreated.
First, my gender.
]Then, for my nationality. Perhaps, the color of my hat? And under it, my shaved head? Why did he act this way with me? Why is it justified to act this way with any stranger who makes an inquiry? The women are cheaper by a dozen, and an insult to us is no biggie.
I sadly walked away to my interview. What if I played "that nigger" or "that spik" or "that kike" or "that guinea"? What is I made a song on a "faggot" and played it? What if I mentioned a couple of factual national or racial traits in my song? What would happen to me then? And women? They can be abused, spat on, and sang indecent and promoting violence songs, about?Are my people, there in God's world only for you to make money off of them and associate them with things you hate? We did not throw baby boys into the Ganges river, burnt the widowers on funeral pyres, and bound men's feet, made them do triple work for single underpay and in all possible ways humiliated them and made them feel worhtless pieces of meat. And it is we that are at fault? How is that you violate us and then accuse us of violating something? When do we have time? When do have the strength? When do we have the resources? We are still making it from the undercurrents of Ganges...
What is it that you have to make us believe we are such bitches and hoes and we have not done a single wrong thing?
Monday, November 20, 2006
Hello, don't you get it: or a tremendous difference in the current development of the two genders
Men try to be kind...
They try to teach these poor girls to do something.
Then they get frustrated those idiots "don't get it."
And how are these idiots supposed to get it if between them stands a huge canyon of thousands and thousadns of years?
HA?!
Observe.
We all understand how evolution works. Here is the dictionary definition for those who don't know the meaning of the word.
Evolution:a process of change in a certain direction. Also, a process of continuous change from a lower, simpler, or worse to a higher, more complex or better state.
Now put these two together. Let us observe further.
First, evolution is a change towards a higher development. When something grows, it unfolds. It expands. Now, we know, from our scientific experiments that a growth can be induced, stunted or misdirected. Three things can be done to it, three fundamental directions can it be directed to, with mutliple versions and outgrowths of. I will demonstrate the legitamacy of this statement through a simple example. Different things require different conditions. Plants do not eat the same food as humans do, and monkeys have needs different from snakes. And so, if the plant is given the monkey food, it will not survive. But how about perform a modification whereby you will give one species a type of food close to its natural needed one, but not precisely? Will there occur a modification in the species or in particular organism? If a plant is transplanted and then given nutrients of a similar plant species, what will happen? Men are great scientists and many experiments have been conducted. There is a case of a wolf girl, a girl lost in the woods and raised by the wolves, a g.i.r.l. who ate raw meet, growled and walked on all four. Even when she was found and emersed into a human society, she remained, until the end of her lifetime, a wolf g.i.r.l., barely speaking human language and she continuously riverted to walking on four legs. Why? Because there is such a thing as a "period of formation" that an organism undergoes. During its formative years, a representative of one species requires one thing, and a representative of another, another. Even as embryos, we are prescribed a certain regime, and our growth continues after we leave the embryo state, does it not? And it continues for many years... It is also known that children that leave their country to go to another country before they turn 10, I believe, will learn the language like their own. But after a certain age, they will retain a accent. Why? Because a part of the brain and body, responsible for programming language patterns into the brain will be formed by then, and the language learning will become a consicous task, not uncoscious like in children, thus making that second language usage a secondary process. And nutrition? Many know about the cases of malnourished children, who grew up to be stupid, or slow, or imbecile perhaps. And exercise? How the exercise helps to develop muscles, skin and bones? Not to say the mental state of self-assuredness, confidence and courage? And mental exercises? Mathematics, memory exercises, puzzles? All these things: nutrition, exercise and proper mental exercises are denied to women. Young girls are taught to watch their figure. They are mocked if enjoying sports. The math they are trained to "hate." And now multiply this by many thousadns of years and you get the picture of a creature a woman presents to be today.
So, the evolution. The evolution is growth, but obviously a young small body -be it of a flower, tree or a mammal will not be able to resist a structure imposed from all sides and from above, and as in an example of a tree grown crooked because of a concrete floor being straight over its head and the tree grows through that small opening available, growing at an angle, almost shyly, like a g.i.r.l. Poor little crooked tree! And this same tree or any other small organism, with all conditions properly met, will be more fully self, and with less conditions met, will be less fully self, and with conditions met in a form different from what it is originally needed, will never be a self.
And women? What do they have as children and babies? Restrictions, punsihments, fear, denial of their needs and selves, false imagery, false selves. A small opening for growth is left, conditions for development are met if half way, and in a form that is not motivated by their ultimate growth but by pleasure they will induce and produce in their slave masters, the males, are a most miserable, artificial and wretched species there is. Perhaps an example of domesticated dog could be sadder. Women grow up imebcile, starved, and quarter (if) fulfilled. Out of the potential they have, they are allocated a 0.0003334
And evolution is growth in a certain direction. And the direction provided for women, as we said, is limited. Girls opporunities are very few. Her choices are always subject to revision and her self will is denied. Why? Growth in them is stunted as well, even on that unnatural path. And what a beautiful creature a woman is, so noble, so smart, genius even. So Divine. So elevated. So Supreme. And the result of patriarchal manipulation? The stunted at all the time growth in an unnatural thing to begin with, and a aritificial and imposed direction? What could be produced as a result of this social experiment? A what, and not a who. No growth, then. And if any, then growth downwards. But there is a punishment, and that punishment is the demise of the species. Because human species has evolved and devolved before. THESE ARE FACTS. And women fear the facts, but the facts do not fear women and find their way to them at all times. The "fact" that shaving is sexier than not shaving. The "fact" that women should not appear to be smarter then men. The "fact" that woman's brain is more stupid then men's. The "fact" that women are unambitious, underachievers, weak and love babies. The "fact" that women love to live vicariously. The "fact" that women enjoy doing small, manula labor and mechanical tasks. The "fact" that women prefer their men to succeed over their own success. The "fact" that women love genital mutilation. The fact that women do not live in their bodies. The fact that women live on the edge of fear. The fact that women are told what to do at all ages, and a teenage male has power to command and adult and educated and accomplsihed woman.
And there is also thbe fact that when you don't feed the new evolutionary outgrowths, they die. And therefore once they die, the species goes right back to being what it was, more primitive, more because it now has something to compare itself to: its never realized potential, potential that it killed. And not only women are not grown properly, not grown at all, they are de-volved.
Purposefully.
With intent.
As a general policies.
So, one half of the species continuously and persistently devolves the other.
Then the species that devolves procreates with the devolved species, and expects a higher return...Who of the two species is dumb?!
Now it terms of drawing a more complete picture, let us bring in comparison chart. Tell me, 300 years of Black slavery, 6 million of Jewish people destroyed and a tragedy of Native American Trail of Tears put together do not have similarity to female genocide, kitchen and child birthing limitations, perpetual labor at home, and forced compliance with rules of dress code, breast implanting, and making up of the face, all the while with no guarantee of security or respect at an old age? And how long has woman's conditions persevered? 300 years? 5 years? One shocking event overnight? A 100 years? Or has it lasted for the extent of human civilization? In every country? At every stage? at every place?
But back to the subject of this essay which is "you don't get it." How can she? Where is the evolved understanding of mathematics, logic or history or even a sense of self that are all needed, and more, in order to understand an even simple game or procedure in the males' world? There isn't any. And the world a newly awakening female consciousness is witnessing today is a world that is a product of a thousands and thousands of years of painstaking labor, evolved learning, trial and error. Things that many men have biologically in their genes. The psychic memory. The understanding. The uprigning. The fantom memory. Not the case with women,. They are children, and to them all is new. It has grown in you, male, because it was encouraged to grow to begin with, but it cannot in her, for it was never even introduced to her, and now how can she match you at a level high, if she is in a different direction, and down below? Easy to mock her and feel superior next to her, isn't it? Isn't that the idea? On a background of any female, any male looks better. He suddenly acquires a godlike stature, meaning and size!
But in detail on understanding even the simplest procedure or game in a man's (and this is ours) world. Also, consider how many skills and knowledges go into following simple computer game direction. A directive contains a logical sequence - logic and math are discouraged in women. Then, there is coordination. This coordination is the physical world is something she is neither taught, nor is encouraged to display. She is encouraged to display physical signs of weakness and disstress. And if she does not have the physical association how can she translate it into a spacial one? Is it any wonder that women have such a poor spacial imagination?! Poor thing, she is encouraged to live in an artificial mind space created for her by her male slaveowner. She does not have confidence - doing, any doing requires confidence. She does not have an experience of action that would allow her to use her brain and body freely, without fear and with ability, she does not know the real world and does not know how parts relate to one another and the whole, and so much, much more. Basically, she is a retard.
She is retarded.
She has been retarded.
Your kind has breed and rose a retard.
This retard is breeding you for days to come.
They try to teach these poor girls to do something.
Then they get frustrated those idiots "don't get it."
And how are these idiots supposed to get it if between them stands a huge canyon of thousands and thousadns of years?
HA?!
Observe.
We all understand how evolution works. Here is the dictionary definition for those who don't know the meaning of the word.
Evolution:a process of change in a certain direction. Also, a process of continuous change from a lower, simpler, or worse to a higher, more complex or better state.
Now put these two together. Let us observe further.
First, evolution is a change towards a higher development. When something grows, it unfolds. It expands. Now, we know, from our scientific experiments that a growth can be induced, stunted or misdirected. Three things can be done to it, three fundamental directions can it be directed to, with mutliple versions and outgrowths of. I will demonstrate the legitamacy of this statement through a simple example. Different things require different conditions. Plants do not eat the same food as humans do, and monkeys have needs different from snakes. And so, if the plant is given the monkey food, it will not survive. But how about perform a modification whereby you will give one species a type of food close to its natural needed one, but not precisely? Will there occur a modification in the species or in particular organism? If a plant is transplanted and then given nutrients of a similar plant species, what will happen? Men are great scientists and many experiments have been conducted. There is a case of a wolf girl, a girl lost in the woods and raised by the wolves, a g.i.r.l. who ate raw meet, growled and walked on all four. Even when she was found and emersed into a human society, she remained, until the end of her lifetime, a wolf g.i.r.l., barely speaking human language and she continuously riverted to walking on four legs. Why? Because there is such a thing as a "period of formation" that an organism undergoes. During its formative years, a representative of one species requires one thing, and a representative of another, another. Even as embryos, we are prescribed a certain regime, and our growth continues after we leave the embryo state, does it not? And it continues for many years... It is also known that children that leave their country to go to another country before they turn 10, I believe, will learn the language like their own. But after a certain age, they will retain a accent. Why? Because a part of the brain and body, responsible for programming language patterns into the brain will be formed by then, and the language learning will become a consicous task, not uncoscious like in children, thus making that second language usage a secondary process. And nutrition? Many know about the cases of malnourished children, who grew up to be stupid, or slow, or imbecile perhaps. And exercise? How the exercise helps to develop muscles, skin and bones? Not to say the mental state of self-assuredness, confidence and courage? And mental exercises? Mathematics, memory exercises, puzzles? All these things: nutrition, exercise and proper mental exercises are denied to women. Young girls are taught to watch their figure. They are mocked if enjoying sports. The math they are trained to "hate." And now multiply this by many thousadns of years and you get the picture of a creature a woman presents to be today.
So, the evolution. The evolution is growth, but obviously a young small body -be it of a flower, tree or a mammal will not be able to resist a structure imposed from all sides and from above, and as in an example of a tree grown crooked because of a concrete floor being straight over its head and the tree grows through that small opening available, growing at an angle, almost shyly, like a g.i.r.l. Poor little crooked tree! And this same tree or any other small organism, with all conditions properly met, will be more fully self, and with less conditions met, will be less fully self, and with conditions met in a form different from what it is originally needed, will never be a self.
And women? What do they have as children and babies? Restrictions, punsihments, fear, denial of their needs and selves, false imagery, false selves. A small opening for growth is left, conditions for development are met if half way, and in a form that is not motivated by their ultimate growth but by pleasure they will induce and produce in their slave masters, the males, are a most miserable, artificial and wretched species there is. Perhaps an example of domesticated dog could be sadder. Women grow up imebcile, starved, and quarter (if) fulfilled. Out of the potential they have, they are allocated a 0.0003334
And evolution is growth in a certain direction. And the direction provided for women, as we said, is limited. Girls opporunities are very few. Her choices are always subject to revision and her self will is denied. Why? Growth in them is stunted as well, even on that unnatural path. And what a beautiful creature a woman is, so noble, so smart, genius even. So Divine. So elevated. So Supreme. And the result of patriarchal manipulation? The stunted at all the time growth in an unnatural thing to begin with, and a aritificial and imposed direction? What could be produced as a result of this social experiment? A what, and not a who. No growth, then. And if any, then growth downwards. But there is a punishment, and that punishment is the demise of the species. Because human species has evolved and devolved before. THESE ARE FACTS. And women fear the facts, but the facts do not fear women and find their way to them at all times. The "fact" that shaving is sexier than not shaving. The "fact" that women should not appear to be smarter then men. The "fact" that woman's brain is more stupid then men's. The "fact" that women are unambitious, underachievers, weak and love babies. The "fact" that women love to live vicariously. The "fact" that women enjoy doing small, manula labor and mechanical tasks. The "fact" that women prefer their men to succeed over their own success. The "fact" that women love genital mutilation. The fact that women do not live in their bodies. The fact that women live on the edge of fear. The fact that women are told what to do at all ages, and a teenage male has power to command and adult and educated and accomplsihed woman.
And there is also thbe fact that when you don't feed the new evolutionary outgrowths, they die. And therefore once they die, the species goes right back to being what it was, more primitive, more because it now has something to compare itself to: its never realized potential, potential that it killed. And not only women are not grown properly, not grown at all, they are de-volved.
Purposefully.
With intent.
As a general policies.
So, one half of the species continuously and persistently devolves the other.
Then the species that devolves procreates with the devolved species, and expects a higher return...Who of the two species is dumb?!
Now it terms of drawing a more complete picture, let us bring in comparison chart. Tell me, 300 years of Black slavery, 6 million of Jewish people destroyed and a tragedy of Native American Trail of Tears put together do not have similarity to female genocide, kitchen and child birthing limitations, perpetual labor at home, and forced compliance with rules of dress code, breast implanting, and making up of the face, all the while with no guarantee of security or respect at an old age? And how long has woman's conditions persevered? 300 years? 5 years? One shocking event overnight? A 100 years? Or has it lasted for the extent of human civilization? In every country? At every stage? at every place?
But back to the subject of this essay which is "you don't get it." How can she? Where is the evolved understanding of mathematics, logic or history or even a sense of self that are all needed, and more, in order to understand an even simple game or procedure in the males' world? There isn't any. And the world a newly awakening female consciousness is witnessing today is a world that is a product of a thousands and thousands of years of painstaking labor, evolved learning, trial and error. Things that many men have biologically in their genes. The psychic memory. The understanding. The uprigning. The fantom memory. Not the case with women,. They are children, and to them all is new. It has grown in you, male, because it was encouraged to grow to begin with, but it cannot in her, for it was never even introduced to her, and now how can she match you at a level high, if she is in a different direction, and down below? Easy to mock her and feel superior next to her, isn't it? Isn't that the idea? On a background of any female, any male looks better. He suddenly acquires a godlike stature, meaning and size!
But in detail on understanding even the simplest procedure or game in a man's (and this is ours) world. Also, consider how many skills and knowledges go into following simple computer game direction. A directive contains a logical sequence - logic and math are discouraged in women. Then, there is coordination. This coordination is the physical world is something she is neither taught, nor is encouraged to display. She is encouraged to display physical signs of weakness and disstress. And if she does not have the physical association how can she translate it into a spacial one? Is it any wonder that women have such a poor spacial imagination?! Poor thing, she is encouraged to live in an artificial mind space created for her by her male slaveowner. She does not have confidence - doing, any doing requires confidence. She does not have an experience of action that would allow her to use her brain and body freely, without fear and with ability, she does not know the real world and does not know how parts relate to one another and the whole, and so much, much more. Basically, she is a retard.
She is retarded.
She has been retarded.
Your kind has breed and rose a retard.
This retard is breeding you for days to come.
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